Old Love :)
Sometimes I dip my fingers in paint and just sit there and smell them. They smell just like you did. Somehow I end up remembering you.
Those rose-pink cheeks
Ocean blue eyes
Thick dark eye brows, curly dense hair
That wicked smile.
Rainbow colors dribbled from your brushes, painting your skin.
How I’d just sit there and watch you paint. On all those evenings.
You’d put down a mat for me, a metre away from you and give me your old recycled sheets. Throw some pencils towards me so that I could occupy myself in doing something other than staring at you. I would scribble carelessly on those pages, eagerly waiting for you to call my name out. As soon as you did, how my eyes would sparkle! I’d run to you in an instant, then you would turn me around. We’d look at your painting together and share a smile. You know I loved them. I always loved them. Those paintings were a masterpiece! They told a story of sadness and heart breaks. Only you could make me fall in love with pain.
You, my love were so untidy. You looked like wild art. Beautiful in all its flaws. And I loved you so. For everything you were and for everything you weren’t. Oh! You were heaven. My heaven! Just perfect.