Art has always found its way
into my heart.
A time in history
standing still
without a care in the world.
The faces of those who have passed
still looking from beyond the grave.
A soul attachment,
a longing for movement.
The most precious painting
is of a young woman
with a bouquet of roses.
Smiling softly, as if a lover has gifted her a diamond ring.
Smiles like that are hard to capture
in with a camera.
Pale skin that whispers secrets
among the brushstrokes.
Golden hair wrapped around
my fingers with daintiness that
never exists in the real world.
A baby blue dress that never really fit
you correctly, but over the years it
seems to fit you more and more.
How I wish to pull you out of there,
my love.
One day, I will.
Until then, allow me to visit
and paint whatever you like onto your portrait.
Time will never escape us,
even in death.
About the Creator
Becca Mahar
Poetry is my passion. I tend to spill my heart out in my writing, so if you enjoy compelling emotional poems, my page is for you. I'm a neverending abyss of emotions.
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