The Artist

No lies.
Nothing fake.
Everything flew by.
As he knew my heart was nothing more than a page that's blank.
On that paper, he drew my heart.
And on that parchment, I saw hope.
I saw this was a brand new piece of art.
While my pain subsided and I started to cope.
Tears were falling less.
More smiles appeared on my face.
The emotions on the paper were not a mess.
First they were neatly traced
And neatly painted with every lively color on the planet Earth.
While a key and a heart shaped lock was drawn.
There was his hand, grasping the key of every happy emotion that had worth.
The negative emotions were being erased and were almost gone.
For he makes me smile.
For he makes me laugh and see.
For he makes waiting worthwhile.
As he holds the paint brush, painting a portrait of me.

Reviews

[Eileen]

I liked it a lot. There's things that bug me though. The rhyming got a little off track here and there. Also, the flow was very choppy. I like the main idea of it though.