Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

The Artist 

 

You took my beauty away.

Like powder on my face, 

You dabbed sadness instead.

You're the artist with the brush

With only black on your pallet

Carefully stroked under my eyes

  

You've aged them both.

Like a film rolling our frames,

You stripped off their colour

As you made me cry them out

Leaving my colourless eyes

Older than black and white films

 

You wrinkled my skin.

Like the folds in the papers,

You crumbled and tossed by the trash

When you couldn’t write a Happy End

Leaving the creases on my face

Tell the story you walked out on

And you finished off the black

Smudged over both my lips

For them to never again smile

So that all that’s left of me

Is the masterpiece you left

Ruined by the trash