PAD Challenge Day 1: The Love Optimist

PAD Challenge Day 1: Write an optimistic poem.

The Love Optimist

One day love will meet me 
Outside of the corridors of
My occipital lobe.
A full canvas will unfold,
one only I can narrate.
I'll know all of its colors.
All of it's past blues,
Current pastels and future 
neons of a lifetime.
You'll be lucky
if I decide to share a hue 
from the sentimental motions 
It gives me.
Because the sound of it
will only be heard 
by me and the lover 
that choose to make it

💜D'ElegantOne 


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