Unfortunate

by Sunshine   Jun 11, 2020


I couldn't see the beauty
in our worn out portrait.

The laughter was authentic
but pale;
how I wish it was loud.

The surface was soft
but coated in dry tears.

Today,
my pessimistic eyes failed to see
the warmth in this vintage and stray
but still thriving love.

    report violation
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  • 3 years ago

    by D.

    You're having a bit of a purple patch aren't you! I loved the laughter being described as 'pale'. This person is reminiscing, and wishing the memory of themselves wasn't fading. The portrait is a great metaphor. Even if it is damaged, torn, whitewashed, it's still there.

    • 3 years ago

      by Sunshine

      lol Dany .. ah the irony. I wish. Thank you. <3

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