My hands tremble but still is my brush.
Nothing in mind but plans to perfect such.
Darkness, yet you add the colors and light.
Vision, inspiration collides at sight;
Seeing that sure smile and those dark brown eyes.
Without notice, my hand begins to rise.
As each stroke with my heart proclaims it mine;
Everything with breath-taking shine.
Imagining you with me are mere thoughts;
Jealousy, pain did this childish dream wrought.
Everywhere drawings, pictures of you loom,
My fate sealed to meet this cruel love's doom.
Awaiting to have this haunting dash,
I then start again on a blank canvas.
(November 23, 2012)
YOU ARE READING
To My Ex
PoetryThis is a compilation of sonnets about feelings of love, infatuation, madness, and loss.
