BEAUTIFUL MESS

You know...
In a clutter of things,
It's really hard to find what you're looking for
But that's the beauty. In a morning sky
With the sun rising in it
All you can see is the perfect picture
But does it consist of just one color?
Is it all perfectly aligned in straight line?
Does it seem like it's fine?
No. It's a mess.
It's a colorful, chaotic sky
And that's why it's beautiful.
The same can be said for the setting sun
For when that time is done
All you can see is a canvas painted black.
Oh the rough sees with shades of blue
The shades of green on leaves with morning dew
But best of all...shades of her.
She is a sea.
She is the leaves.
She is the chaotic sky.
She's a mess, but she's perfect like that
One strand of her hair stands weird
Her dress fits her imperfectly
Her mascara is thicker on one eye
But that doesn't stop you from drowning in her eyes
That doesn't stop you from dancing with her
Does it?
No for she is an angel
And in front of her, we all demons
And which demon wouldn't want to dance with an angel?
Exactly.
Get absorbed in her mess, don't try and clean it up
For then the beauty is lost.