Our Portrait
We were painted in colors that no one will understand.
We're a piece of art, a picture that seems to catch peoples eyes but......
They really can't see the masterpiece.
We've be torn and ripped to make the perfect picture
But yet we still have kinks but what good picture doesn't?
I've stood beside you as you have to me.
We look straight ahead smiling because we know things will get better in time.
My small hand always on your shoulder and your hand holding mine.
We'll never let go.
We've seen each other in the worse of times and the good.
We were painted this way for a reason.
We might not know why right now, but as the portrait ages we soon will.
I'm stuck with you!
On this tapestry for years!
As I am in life.
Never to leave you,
Never to run from you.
We see things from our portrait and tell no one but ourselves,
We trust each other.
We're not incomplete but then again if I weren't with you I would be.
Love you Ljah! <3
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