Poem -
A museum piece
I wear my heart on my chest for you
Yet you never noticed
I dance in golden rays of paint for you
Yet all you do is smile
The rose in my hair
The colours of red, the strokes
As I step on the canvas with grace
This is all for you
And now with a second look
All you do is ask the cost
But I am not for sale...you see
I am Β a museum piece.
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Comments
beautifully penned Lorris.
Thank You Lisa
A descriptive quality which grabs the attention leads to a memorable conclusion.
Interesting work.
Best wishes to you ! Β :)