You made me write pictures
where you are the subject
and I am just a painter,
never been your canvas nor
its lovely frames—
but you will remain as the
portrait of my memory that
will live at the tip of my pen.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PoesiaTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
