Skies of grey
Filling my canvas with sorrow and pain
My canvas soaked in midnight black
Every brush stroke igniting a memory bringing me back
Whispers lingering from my past
Fighting to lure me back
Although the void in my heart makes for lovely art
I look up to the stars
And pray for a brand new start
A remedy to heal my lonely heart
To never look back
But until then;
Alas
The tortured artist is back
It wasn't until I found you;
That my art became a masterpiece
Filling my mind with pure ease
Our connection intense like a solstice
You paint over my canvas with passion
Your delicate hands paint over over my scars
Healing them with your essence
Leaving me breathless whenever I'm in your presence
The ultimate present
Isn't it funny how love can turn darkness into a vibrant state?
Looks like you my love, have sealed my fate
My forever muse
I'll never get tired of looking at your beautiful face
I'll forever pray
The day never comes where I run out of paint
YOU ARE READING
D I V I N E 🤍 F E M I N I N E
Poetry"Writing is the painting of the voice." Sometimes I feel things. Sometimes I write them down. 🤷🏻♀️ Come grow with me on my journey of writing and self discovery. Find something you relate to along the way. 🙂🌸 All feedback & support is appreci...
