I watched the way your hand smoothly moved
across the canvas you were painting.
The way it harmoniously danced with the rhythm of our silence.
While you were focused on your art,
I was hypnotised by the undying passion of yours.
You asked me to take part and join.
And while you were mixing the shades of red
trying to find the perfect blend,
I cut my skin and gave you my blood.
YOU ARE READING
Random Rumination
Poesia| #53 in poetry 20/2/2018 | ---------- ❝I like it. Maybe it's because my words look better on paper. Or because my lips fail to utter my words. ❞ - Phadwa : 0| My ink
