he asked me to paint his soul
and so, i with glowing eyes,
pulled out my paints
to speckle the brightest and most iridescent colors
sprinkled with butterflies, rainbows,
clouds and stars
my god it was a masterpiece
i bled all of my self
my blood sweat and tears and
all that i am i poured into it
my hopes and dreams of what i thought he was and could possibly be
tired with bloodshot eyes i flinchingly
held up the painting
waiting with hopeful eyes
for the praise i was bound to get
but
watched instead as he shrunk in horror and turned away
it was too much
YOU ARE READING
always raining - Poetry
Poesíaｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｓｏｕｌ ｅｖｅｒ ｓｉｎｃｅ ｗｅ ｍｅｔ．．． ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛ ....ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ǝuoɓ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq ɯǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐɔ os˙˙˙˙ ʇɟıɹp llıʍ sdoɹpuıɐɹ ǝʞıl sʇɥɓnoɥʇ ǝsǝɥʇ
