Our Masterpiece

I'm lost in the dreams.

Everything we saw together.

The perfect picture painted so delicately.

But the paint drips, your face blurs;

Disappears from our painting.

Is this the end?

The faces i know so well.

Going no where?

My tears falling to the past.

The years, they pass.

Another year another day.

My painting is forever changing.

The world seems a little colder;

On these days i think.

I cant feel your warmth anymore.

Nothing will change it this time.

So it seems as the paint dries;

As my life goes on.

Ill scrape out our memories.

Because this masterpiece,

will be left unfinished

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i miss your face more then anything in the world

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Molly K.'s picture

who's face?