I was so naive,
I thought
that I could
keep you
hidden behind
the scribbles
of my almost
dry pen.
I thought that
I could hold
you hostage
in the pages
of my old
notebook
forever.
in my eyes,
you were
.
a canvas
.
an inspiration
.
a muse
.
.
my muse
you were a
masterpiece,
and I as an art
addict, I
couldn't let you
go.
for you were so
beautiful,
I wanted you
to be mine,
and only mine.
so I made sure
to leave my
inked
fingerprints
on each part
of your pale
skin, messing
up your
glamour in the
process, for
darling as
alluring as you
were, you were
born to remain
untouched.
YOU ARE READING
Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
