A work of art; painting hung high

Hoolihooli

I look outside and I see 

that there is a bastard and it’s me 

i wish I lived in a painting 

I wouldn’t have to worry people will hate me 

hang me up in a gallery 

I am just another Mallory 

if I were a work of art people could admire 

If i was hung up high maybe it could make my spirits even higher 

Think about my meaning cause it’s one I don’t know either 

at least if I was a painting I wouldn’t be an eyesore 

instead of my love that could never come to fruition 

I could give people an ambition 

and for once maybe he would see my features all of the bright and vivid tones 

combined with my shadows 

Possibly that way he’d actually fall in love with me 

 

 

  • Author: Hoolihooli (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 26th, 2022 19:24
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  • bellflower

    Good and bad both things attracts attention. A child when does not gets attention she does all wrong things thinking that even for a scolding they might attend me.
    Your virtues are good enough to be attended if you believe. If you don't believe you will fail to show them to others who would then probably miss to observe and admire.
    I like the childish expression of being a painting to be raised in your qualities and values so that someone atleast attends and love you too.....Beautiful metaphorical expression of insecurity one has within .
    The one who will fall in love with you will see you in any form you be...good or bad you be......all things will make good connection for them.....you will not need to do anything to convince them to love you.....they will love you in every form...

  • Jonas Robinson

    Sweet love and bitter trials. It's hard, I know. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

  • L. B. Mek

    what a well written, expression
    of a soothing daydream
    indeed, if only..
    thanks for sharing, dear poet



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