Close your eyes.
I wish I had the power to paint a beautiful picture when you do so-
Or perhaps make a new field, full of flowers,
so you can lay and rest.
Maybe, when you close your eyes,
I could make you touch the sun without burning,
I could make you feel the clouds without flying,
I could make you touch the stars without falling.
Those eyes are not for me.
When they close, I'm not the one holding the brush.
When the brush breaks, I'll make new ones,
Just so I could beg you to paint more pictures,
atleast once.
And I'll do so; again, and again.
For you only.
Forever.
YOU ARE READING
random poems
Poetryvery sappy, some may be nice. suit yourself and find what's best for your taste. i hope u get to find pieces of your mind and soul within my words, resonating with my thoughts.
