"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
When you’d hold my hand at some days I would feel my heart flutter in joy Your soft hands holding mine And I have never felt so happy
By Isabella Renteria2 years ago in Poets
I always wondered what it would be like if things were different If you loved me like I loved you, maybe we could be better
I always wondered what it felt like If I could touch your hand And feel the warmth in them But how could I know If I never done it before?
When you promise your life to someone else Knowing that someday you will wither away Become old as time and lay under the ground
I found you at first Held your warm hand And we became friends You told me about your dream Then I started supporting you
When we drifted apart years ago You moved on and lived your life While I’m still stuck in the past Where you and I were happy together
We went on our own ways Said our goodbyes to each other Never knowing how long it would be Until we would meet again
I always wondered about the things That might happen if we did it differently What if we didn’t hurt each other Then maybe we wouldn’t be like this?
I met you first and started to like you But when I got to know you more You were like a ray of sunshine in my life Always bringing happiness everywhere you go
Forever was the promise I made to you that night under the twinkling stars Forever was the lie I had to face when you left me under the scorching July sun
Sometimes I hate the moon so much Because it knows the secrets you keep And it watches over you every night Sees you in your darkest times
I remember the day we met It was all so clear to me As if it were yesterday You, standing under the sun Shining brightly like your smile