and when the rain splatters against my rooftop that is when my vision of you shines through.
you are my muse and my melody.you are the warmth i have never tasted but yet i have grown too accustomed to separate myself from it.
no canvas can do you justice and no paint can match the tint of your golden skin.and yet i will try through endless nights to make something to portray my infatuation.
your elegance is hard to display but it's in the way you breathe.it's in the way your eyebrows crease when you're frustrated and how your clench your jaw when nervous.
yet my painting will be amongst all of the others who tried to depict your beauty.As my work is abstract,like your soul.
YOU ARE READING
Inkables
Poetryhere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
