My Thing Of Beauty Poem by Nisho Olme

It was a thing of beauty
That I put in place of you
A picture of a girl I loved
And wished I really knew
I'd lay myself before it
And I'd wonder at it's grace
Within this thing of beauty
I would always see your face
I'd never see the way you lied
And never see that guy
Nor would I see reflections
Of the way you made me cry
Instead I'd see your freckles
And the way you're always right
And as I'd lay upon the floor
I'd love you every night
But when I'd get up off the floor
And turn to go to bed
I'd see another picture
And you'd crawl inside my head
You'd burrow into every part
Of everything I love
And paint me in your darkness
So I cannot rise above
And when I end up finding
That I'm into someone new
I see that thing of beauty
And I find I still love you