by Emma Fernandez
Everything’s symbolic ‘Whatever’ can be art That song reminds her of a party To him, a broken heart Your reality’s subjective What you want to see is there What was he trying to say that night With what he chose to wear? Still is there really meaning Do the stars really align? Or are symbols just conceptual Tributes made up by our minds Entranced by all the emblems We search for metaphors Give significance To a simple glance An incessant need for more