Purity Through The Eyes In The Mirror
My Name And His Harmony
A boy once told me that being near me made him feel smarter.
As if loving someone can increase your IQ.
He said the depth of me was pretty, but I was not pretty; in depth.
I once had a boy watch me in a mirror, as if watching me through his own eyes was not pure enough.
I once heard a boy play the most profound music with my name as his harmony, as if his voice singing glorious melodies could open the lock around my outspoken instrument.
I once held a boy so humble and true, as if stripping down to a bare minimum was the only way to grasp above the utmost limit.
I once cherished a boy with genuine curiosity being his greatest feature, and his greatest downfall.
I once found a boy who proved me wrong.