Pretending to love, pretending to smile, so often... I forgot I'm pretending.
I looked at her while she looks at the different set of frames picturing her. I had lead her at the art gallery I'm presenting.
She's still as beautiful after all these years and I yearn more of her.
Greediness what you may call, but I only wanted her.
• • •
It was after a few mindless years she saw it again as the piece; the person of herself, sunlight pouring and making it gleam, the memories flooding her;
Before all of the reality crumpled down on her.
And knowing they would meet again as he had always been looking at her. Now she reciprocated it.
YOU ARE READING
Artistry
Poetry"Aloha." "H-hello." "-I meant Goodbye." Whenever you create art, your goal is to create a sanctuary of beauty in this ugly world. Vincent is the artist and Iris is the art. #2 Artistry 4.14.19 All rights reserved @2019
