I remember the times
When I’d sit and stare at you
And sometimes
When I could draw the shapes
Of your beautiful face
Your soft hair
Your sweet smile
I missed how I could outline the shape of you
In my mind and my heart
And maybe on paper
When I’d draw you
But there are times when I remember you
It brings me to tears every time
Because I know you’re not here anymore
And I’m still waiting for you
I know I’m supposed to forget you
To erase you from my heart
From my mind
Like I said I would
But I can’t.
I just can’t.
I love you.
You’re everything to me.
And I’d always draw the shape of you
Your sweet smile etched in my memory.
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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