YOU ARE THE WORLD

YOU

 

You are the one

that my mind

will not stay off of;

you are the one

whose smile

pimples

cheeks

nose

eyes

I cannot

stop staring

at; when our eyes

meet—for you, it is

by accident, and

for me, it is

entirely

purposeful.

All the songs

are now about

you;

the lyrics are yours

as if you sang them—

as if you wrote them.

The trees are about you

and the way they grow

reflects your mind,

and their freshness is your

thoughts;

and all their leaves are the

many facets

of what you mean

to life.

fiction is about you;

ramen is about you;

Gatorade and swim meets

Are about you.

The sun

and the world

are about

you.

But you

do not know that

your mind is that

on which the very existence

of the world hinges;

you do not know

that by you, the birds

sing,

and books are read,

and beautiful things

are

made.

Or maybe

you do know;

and then

you

are all the more clever

for it.

This poem is about: 
Me
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