The Painter Poem by Rebecca Succes

As he draws me

In this empty room

Me naked with no clothes on


He draws me with his words

His paper

His pencil

He's imagination running away with him

Perfect pictures

Of beauitful women

Things

Objects

Places he's been too

Things he's done

As he puts the final touches on me

I see a picture coming to life

Evert color

Every shape

Every size

Come though in his image

He shows me the piece

And I'm floored it looks nothing like me

And I asks "what did u paint"? This is not me

He says "can't u see it not you it's the inner you."

He painted my personality

My sense of humor

My good heart

My confident

My fears

My happiness

He painted my inner me

And I sit and smile

She's the most beautiful person I've ever seen.