abigail_and_bean

Love is an abstract painting: 

Colors convey a feeling but not an idea 

the frame barely holds it together and the lines 

trail outward, repeat, and redouble 

Our ending is bittersweet

Our past set in stone but our futures untold

A doctor, architect or athlete

We have yet to know what our older life will hold

No one would know this now 

From the way I suck up words 

Books done in one sleepless night 

It seems I've been reading my whole life 

But in third grade