A Painting

When I once peep in an antique store
A painting caught my eye like a meteor.
I was captivated by its mirage of beauty
That for a while I always wanted to see.

I'm glad to watch it hanging out there,
But a day came for it to be placed somewhere.
Because of my inability to own it,
Someone else behind was able to buy it.

At first, it made me feel not good
And temporarily mistreat my sensitive mood.
It was like I was standing in the rain
But somebody shared an umbrella to ease the pain.

When I went back the very next day,
Confused with the mystery I decided to stay.
Then the owner introduced a simple work of art.
He gave me that painting before I depart.


JB Nuique's picture

Hello, there! I am actually thegalwithmanynames. But you can call me Jae. I am from the Philippines. I was fifteen when I had my first poem and it was a disaster. I am still trying to write just to express what I feel every time I experience things. And having grammatical errors is one of my weaknesses from the millions that I have. Anyway, enjoy! ^_^

Last updated June 08, 2016