Even Paintings Cry

From my viewpoint in the hall

Against the wall upon which I lay

People go in, people pass by

Yet little do they know...

Even paintings cry.

I saw you when you lost your dad

Every tear that fell I cried too

You had every right to be mad

And to question the lies you thought were true.

I saw the day that you were wed

Your laughter echoing throughout the house.

But it just wasn't meant to be, you said.

The unkept promises and broken vows.

Little did you realize I was the only one that saw your tears

Not just then but through all the years

If only you knew

That I shared them too.

I remember the day you left

Saying destiny or fate was the answer to all your silent prayers

And with every passing day I was reminded of you

And how you never had the chance to come home.

And as every generation passes

I mourn my own forever existent fate

That I'll be here, as I always was

The only sunshine in their days.

And when they look upon my face

Wishing they were me

But darlings don't you see?

Even paintings cry.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Please excuse any grammatical stuff, cause I'm usually pretty lax about it when it comes to poems.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)

[She With Eyes Like Unsh..]

This poem is beautiful and full of emotion. I love the way you look at things so deeply.

[Dark Tower]

I like the emotion in this piece, they are expressed very well. Well written.

[Skye]

Wow, I was sucked in just by the first two lines. This is beautiful, so heartfelt. Beautifully penned.