you are not
a song or
a photograph
you are not
something that
belongs on a
museum wall
you are not
saturday morning
coffee or driving
with the windows
rolled down late
at night
you are not sunsets
or a broadway show
you are not the thrill
of a hockey game or
the way it feels to
make someone you adore
laugh
you are not sunflowers
you are not sunshine
your beauty is an
illusion, and a damn
good one at that.
tan skin, ocean eyes,
and that boyish grin.
because once your cover
is blown,
your magic is
gone.
About the Creator
Megan Conroy
19 // sagittarius // university of iowa student // photographer + writer
instagram: @meganncarmen twitter: @sincerelymegg
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