abstract

The canvas now shows the resembled memory

You’ll find yourself smiling on the oil painting

Two can smile along with pure feeling, can’t they?

I love this amusement your ignorance creates

I photographed that dead tree

From my distorted perspective of perfection

Why can’t your eyes perceive the beauty it held onto?

I hold the image in-between my fingertips

Just to bring it back to life once more

Perhaps I’ve chosen the wrong time to smile

But the tears in your eyes made me remember

The beautiful sunset only your eyes could admire

Your world is an abstract, my world is gray

You don’t understand, our lives might be alike

But we could never be the same…