The Painted Dream
With every drip hope is gone
The Painted Dream
In her mind it’s read,
she kneels alone—
an artist of woe.
A pot of deep red paint,
she paints her love
in this somber space.
The heart she traces,
bold yet frail,
drips like blood,
a silent wail.
Each drop that falls
upon the ground,
is a tear for the love
that can’t be found.
With every stroke,
she fights the pain,
for he is gone,
yet still remains.
In shades of red,
her sadness flows,
a whispered hope
that forever shows.
The wall becomes
her tender plea,
a testament of
what used to be.
In shades of grey,
the world feels cold,
yet in her heart,
love's warmth unfolds.
Each drip a tale
of yearning and strife,
a portrait of heartache,
a beautiful life.
Though he may be gone,
his memories stay,
in each drip of the paint,
in the echo of her days.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (2)
A hauntingly beautiful portrayal of love, loss, and longing.
Poignantly beautiful