The One At the Lake
You sit by the lakes looking for the meaningless meanings of life
Free from society, enveloped in the comforts of foreign lands
You breathe in the crisp scents of mossy waters and damp pine.
Soft sun-kissed hair breezes in the misty morning wind.
Rose colored cheeks
Porcelain skin
Bright blue eyes
Time becomes timeless when you write.
Stories of love triangles
societal pressures
impossible expectations
hopeless romances
Ink stains
paper cuts
calloused hands
Your words haunt me every waking moment
are engraved in my mind
have saved me from drowning in endless sorrows
have touched thousands of hearts
You are a Poet
A dreamer
A romantic
A friend
A mastermind.
