In Which Your Eyes Behold

She

Oh, lovely painter

I still want you so

But tell me

Can you love a skeleton?

Will you paint my grey life

Brilliant blues 

To remind me of something in which your eyes behold? 

He

Oh, sweet poet

Don't leave me

Instead I'll paint your dead skin

With every color I have

And when I run out, 

You will see

Your world can be grey

And you're still beautiful 

To me

Author's Note

Please note that my poetry is sad. Telling me to "move on" from my issues is not really a positive critique regarding my writing :) But, I am open to comment. Thank you for the understanding. ~Correspondence

Reviews

[light and ashes]

This poem is so beautiful. I loved this!

[Correspondence]

Thank you!! I'm glad you enjoyed this.

[light and ashes]

You are welcome! Thank you for your great review also!

[Akash gaikwad]

I loved your poem style he and she!!two point of views of love that's really good poem!!

[Correspondence]

Thank you for taking the time to read this !