Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

I Was


I was like a paint by numbers
missing half the pots of paint,
sporting blank white blotches
on my soul.
You came along and carefully
filled in the empty spaces,
with the colours of your love
you made me whole.

I was like an empty window
looking blankly at the world,
impervious to sunshine
and to rain.
Till you hung a prism inside
and a whirligig beyond
and I discovered how to
live again.

I was like an empty suitcase
living on forgotten memories
until you packed your heart
inside of me.
And I promise that I’ll keep it
safe and locked away from pain
and only you and I will
have the key.

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