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A Romantic’s Apology and Introduction

People use different creative outlets to express themselves and their talents. One of the first things my readers should know about me is that I use poetry to express my emotions. And before that, I am extremely emotional. Romanticism has been around for centuries, and it’s an idea we each carry with a different perspective […]

I’m sorry if I romanticize you

If your skin is made of paper and words

If your eyes are gold and you talk to birds

My glasses frame my face in a rose-colored hue

I’m sorry that you can’t see my view

My world is made up of magic

It’s a tactic to distract from the fact it

Isn’t made up of flowers

How many countless hours have I spent wondering why not

How many days I’ve shed tears over my rotten luck

That my skin wasn’t made of paper too

But the glasses are held onto my face by faith and glue

That you are just like me

Because you

Aren’t made of paper too

As my expectations fly and disaster begins to rise

I romanticize the scenario to the point where I criticize

Everything that doesn’t fit in my eyes

I start to swim in eternal lies

Look in mirrors that distort my true size

For what is smaller than a mouse yet larger than a giant?

Riddles and riddles that make me less compliant

I’ll try and stay silent

Not bother you with my defiant view of reality

Because I think we were all meant to be

More than what we see

Or how we feel

So I’m sorry if I romanticize you

My standards grow tall

My world turns small

But I still think it’s a wonderful view

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People use different creative outlets to express themselves and their talents. One of the first things my readers should know about me is that I use poetry to express my emotions. And before that, I am extremely emotional. Romanticism has been around for centuries, and it’s an idea we each carry with a different perspective. I have always found myself to be a romantic person, yet my rose-colored glasses have often led me to create false visions and high expectations. While romanticism seems fantastical and wondrous next to the cold, calculated conformity of society, there is an immaturity and hubris that comes with it. Learn to apologize for pain you bring, but never doubt how you see the world.

By griffalice

A poet, an artist, and an explorer.

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