Its nice to know
That u take pictures of me
with your little camera
And when you get home
Colorfully, you edit
Your brush riding on its mount;
Caressing my face with shiny hues;
Blowing smoke on my silhouette;
And tracing the lines of my mismatched fingers
Defining every edge
Softening every curve
Those long elegant fingers dance across the page
Teasing my image
With our secret grin in eyesight
And all else blurred
Though you'd never leave a piece so casually artistic
Sharp detail is your desire
As is calculated perfection
...
And it hurts
To finally realize
You do this all without emotion
All without a hint of affection
As you erase each playful stroke
And replace it with cold precision
I am reminded that you are a professional
And I am proud,
Proud of my professional
Picture Painter
YOU ARE READING
Forget-Me-Not
PuisiSoft grass asks me the question Forget me not? Feedback is greatly appreciated along with any time spent reading anything of mine. Great kindness is felt for anyone who gives me such a beautiful purpose as to relate to other people with my writing a...
