Unfinished dreams

In the lines of our faces

are etched the sketches of life

that never quite fleshed out the page,

and the washed out colours of a canvas unfinished

in the back room of our heart haunts us,

better to share long strokes of wet

and master the pieces that fate hands us,

then always remain bound by the seals

that preserve true loveliness unveiled between two

I miss what I had,

but I've had what I've missed,

though I've had to miss what I had,

since she went away

and painted my day,

in a very bleak way.

Reviews

[John Anderson]

This is really fabulous. I like everything about this poem. You have a great style.

[Blake Fodor]

Thank you for sharing such an emotively awesome and richly deep piece.

[Matching Socks]

Even though the tone is sad it's still better to have loved. Great work.

[yuki]

to me this is deep. very nicely done and really well penned. really enjoyed this. :)