The Portrait On The Wall Poem by Reyna Cheyenne

Her rosy red lips
All bunched up in a twist
Mine so tight and fused
I’m so confused

She was loved but abandon
Happy but sad
Her heart had gone and lungs have stopped
I swear my heart had dropped

6 feet down
Under the ground
Where she’ll go
Nobody knows

Her face so white
Like snow so white
They eyes so dark and pained
You could see it running through her veins

She’s gone to all
No more calls
No sweet voice
To rejoice

Trapped in this hall
So Skinny and tall
After all,
She’s just the Portrait on the Wall