Oct 14, 2018
With hazy eyes
I blinked.
And blinked
I dont wake up
This is the cruel reality
He looked so peaceful in his sleep
Lying on the bed of chrysanthemum
He looked like an angel
I let my eyes linger over his cold rosy cheeks
The thick black brows
The pointed chin
Hell he was a painting
Illuminating the lives of his parents
Quietly
But meaningfully
His beauty carved into every edge
Every trail of lead
The boy i never knew
You're an art
To them
To us
And even when the lights turn off
And people leave
You will still be an art.
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