Who Are You? Poem by Star lynn

From the painting to the page
My feelings for someone afar,
Never fade until the puddle dries up.

Always giving a piece of yours
To that one lady who doesn't
Know who the real you is.
They look in disgust every time
They see your brand new mask slip
Right into the mud below your shoes.

Dirty, filthy, and broken.
The wooden edges you took ages to carve
Fall apart into splinters.
They riddle your feet and hands.
Nothing but rain flows from the holes in your soul
A broken vessel, yet again.

There's another down the stream.
Smaller, dark hair tinted with the sea's grace
Freckles like dotted plots on a map
Hands as delicate as a snowflake
She walks up, broken mask in toe
Simply laughing at your eyes.

She sees the torn wood and replies with
The shattering of her own old face.
Who is she?
Who could be this close?
Why this close?
And with so much glitter? ?

A dance turned into sweet words.
Sweet words turned into a suction.
A suction turned into a stare.
The stare lasted until the sun blew away
It's candle from the world before.

She's stayed under this tree with you.
She reflected every thought and more at you
She gave her heart, you replied with yours
She was the new center of your portrait

No more puddles,
No more streams,
No more masks,
Just you and me,
Like always.