The Drawing is My Picture

The drawing he made right after I gave my picture to him.

I still recall, the promises you made before

I believed because I love you more

You said you will marry me,

But I'm surprise one day

I received the picture of your wedding day.

I don't like to view it

That's why I told myself

It's a fake, but clearly your image appear

You are a big liar

That's the end of everything.

I'm sad and I',m cry, after crying I realized,

Nothing will happen into my life

If i still continue my loneliness,

The clock never turning back again

The time still running faster and I wasted my time to remain

You gave your fine arts

It's work by your work hand,

Every time I saw it

I still recall to our happy relationship

The souvenir that you gave.

I decided to return it

All memories that witness

To our happy relationship and acquaintances

The work of fine arts that you gave

Your drawing for me That I rate it excellent

Your souvenir was your drawing,

The curving of it almost the same

From the original pattern

My picture that I was given to you before

That was your model

I want to move on

The reason why I want return it all

The memories that you had given to me

But how could it be?

The souvenir that you made, was you make the drawing of my image.

Comments

Nida Ormo (author) from Bacolod City, Philippines on April 22, 2018:

Chel, Thank you so much for reading.

Rachel L Alba from Every Day Cooking and Baking on April 21, 2018:

A touching poem.