• kayekarine 23w

    Portrait

    Once, I was a wonderful painting
    Furnished and rendered with beautiful pigments
    But then a lover came to make some adjustments
    And the only hue on his palette
    was a dull shade of grey.

    Then a friend gripped the brush of trust
    And left me with sharp strokes of black
    Life lubricated me with grease of problems
    Until what was only left
    Was a black and white portrait
    Nailed against the wall of regrets.

    ©kayekarine