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The Portrait

Your face is like a portrait, hanging on my wall!

Your face is captured like a paintingHanging upon my wallTo admire the true beauty you possessThat stole my beating heartEach vivid color seeps into othersCreating a new design of wondrous expressionBrushstrokes that wash across your soft pink skinEyes that draw you in, no matter where you standThose sweet ruby lips so finely drawnGlistening of the soft kisses we once enjoyedThose strands of long hair strung across your f...

She stood still before knocking, She knocked before stepping in. The room was empty, There were no signs of habitation except for an expired rocking-chair, Old stubborn orchids whispered in suspended vacuum. She never came to this room. She couldn't find a door to knock upon.