Painted

Smooth as glass

As the façades we don

 As anything you think I thought           

As each and every mirrored wall

Me smiling back at you

 

Heels that click

Eyelashes shine

The colors of our souls entwine

Tentatively

As if not sure

If they are still okay

Anymore

 

Plain as paper

Not dared to think

Another way I’m seen

Next to you

And all the Painted Girls

I’m somewhere

Back behind

Through the eyes of another

 

And I watch

And I wonder

And I paint

Another face

Indistinct

It can’t be harmed

Because you never really mattered

Unless I do too

 

 The starting line

The tip of the bow

When the strand of music sweeps the air

Afraid to be the first to fall

Forever here, unsure

Locked in a dance

Of hidden souls

Painted, hidden, aching souls

 

And each day

They seem so sure

But still I can’t help but realize

 

This poem’s not mine alone

Reviews

[Shy Girl]

Goodness...I loved that ending "This poem's not mine alone" The one you think of is an invisible center to your work of art (poem, painting, and melody references) I may have read or looked at it incorrectly, but that was my feeling as I read down the page. Very pretty heartfelt piece :)

[Seshat Nidaba]

O'oh, I like this, it was so clean and vibrant, it ached with the breath of poetry!