It was a thing of beauty <br />That I put in place of you <br />A picture of a girl I loved <br />And wished I really knew <br />I'd lay myself before it <br />And I'd wonder at it's grace <br />Within this thing of beauty <br />I would always see your face <br />I'd never see the way you lied <br />And never see that guy <br />Nor would I see reflections <br />Of the way you made me cry <br />Instead I'd see your freckles <br />And the way you're always right <br />And as I'd lay upon the floor <br />I'd love you every night <br />But when I'd get up off the floor <br />And turn to go to bed <br />I'd see another picture <br />And you'd crawl inside my head <br />You'd burrow into every part <br />Of everything I love <br />And paint me in your darkness <br />So I cannot rise above <br />And when I end up finding <br />That I'm into someone new <br />I see that thing of beauty <br />And I find I still love you<br /><br />Nisho Olme<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-thing-of-beauty/
