how can I not fall for those eyes
that can see colors
through my monochromatic soul?
I wish I could
look through your eyes
and maybe one day
figure out why
you love to
put me
in your canvas.
how can I not
long to touch the hands
that paint every part of me ?
I wish I could
paint portraits
as good as you do
so that you can see
how colorful
you look
to me.
if someday, you start painting
some other girl's face,
then I shall always go back to the halls,
to those halls bounded by those tall built walls
those tall walls that keep your paintings of me,
because I'm those forgotten paintings,
you once loved me so.
-n.d.
YOU ARE READING
unspoken
Poetrya collection of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions within poetry. all original written work.
