Wishfully Thinking Poem by Anisa Tara

Wishfully Thinking



In her head she paints a pretty picture,

In her hands the palette of imagination.

She steps back after a years' hard work,

Only to fall at the feet of her creation.


I love you, she whispers, to the frame,

Held by stitches of wishful thinking.

All she has to do is look away once,

And the picture is already sinking.

Thursday, June 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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