The Painting

March 14, 2012
By J.B.Lionsgate BRONZE, Marietta, Georgia
J.B.Lionsgate BRONZE, Marietta, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin

I was in love with a painting
A painting of you
The painting was kind and handsome and true

For hours and hours I spun in my head
A mind I named yours
With words that you said

Things I thought I knew
Looping to a tune
Swirling in reds and blues
Feats I imagined you to do

I loved this painting dearly
as it ripped holes through my heart
every line that defined you
the light that grew behind you
wasn’t you

You speak your own words
Think your own thoughts
Live a life that the painting can’t capture

I loved a you,
That was not you
So to the painting I turn once again

The author's comments:
This poem is about admiring someone from afar, and painting a picture in your mind of what you think they're like. Then, when you get to know that person, they're not who you expected they were going to be.

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