2011
Picasso Love
I stare blankly into the Picasso replica in front of me and wonder when she will show her face. I wonder if she knows that my heart aches for her to turn around and show me infinite tears and laughter. Maybe I was cursed…maybe blessed… to have so many let downs that lead to holding on for her to show herself in time… It gets harder throughout the years …Though this solitude is part of my joy, I long for her. Maybe my selfishness and stubbornness can find a compromise in what I make a rough path to keep with a free but loyal soul. My passion drives me…but I made my purpose to find her face in the endless crowds that speak emptyness. I still don’t know what love is without her… She may only show her back but I can still see those glimpses of her beauty.
Sent in by: Enaa
Age: 23
Location: White Plains, NY
