I am a WriterA Poem by AnkoStoneIt was between me and an artist, and he chose her pastels over my print.
Maybe he loved you because of the picture, but I gave him words. I had
painted him pictures in his mind that you’re tools are never going to be
able to recreate. He loves you because you don’t make him think.
Pictures are easy to read. It’s easier to see the love when you draw it
out. I made him think though. I made him close his eyes and listen to my
words because maybe he doesn’t know it, but they are engraved in his
mind. And years from now when your paintings have faded my words will
still ring in his mind. And he’ll wonder where they came from. Because
you never gave him words. You showed him your love. I told him, using
words you can’t paint. Words you will never be able to use as your own.
I am a writer. Maybe I can’t show him how much I love him. But my love will haunt him forever. I leave ghosts on your mind. He won’t see your love forever. But he will forever know mine. © 2016 AnkoStoneAuthor's Note
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Added on March 7, 2016 Last Updated on March 7, 2016 Tags: heart broken, heart break, writer, words, love, fight AuthorAnkoStoneWest Jefferson, OHAboutI am just a student who enjoys writing and is curious if their writing is good enough to ever do anything with it. more..Writing
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