Picture
 

Picture

Aren't you a pretty picture
Painted in just the right way
But the magic brush that painted you
Isn't here today
Rain rushes in the window
Your colors fade and run
Standing naked in the daylight
The hole burns out the sun
You try to collect
What you think you've lost
The colors fade faster
You sink in the frost
Drowning in the colors
You can't scream, but try
Where are your magical painters now
Your image was a lie

Wowee! Good stuff here!
Thank you for sharing.

wow, that was powerful and kind of angry. i like it. hope to hear more from you.

That reminds me of tht story.. I can't remember the name. It's the Portrait of somebody. As he changes so does the painting. It is a dark story.

I really like your poem. Thank you for sharing.

I always love to see who people are when they are stripped of their pretenses...

If I may offer, though, the rhythm is a little rough between "You try to collect" and "You sink in the frost." Just a thought. Otherwise, another great poem!

Good stuff

I love poetry with meter, it always makes it more powerful. Wonderful job! Keep it up!

I believe you're talking about The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde. An excellent book by an excellent author.