I Used to Paint

Now I sit on cold stones
Pretending they're giving off heat
Like when I'd place my hand on the icy window
To make the bus ride seem shorter
I used to dream.

My heart would jump
At the sound of your voi
Like the power lines in my county
All connected to me
I used to love.

When she'd write, or send boxes
I'd feel like a special person
Like when I'd wake up from a dream
Where I was a princes
I used to hope.

Upon removing my hands from the keys
I'd soak up the applause
Like riding a bike for the first time
Being chased by a loving parent
I used to believe.

The steady beats beneath me
Tearing up the ground
Would match time with the beating of my heart
Like watching your Grandpa die
I used to ride horses.

Each stroke of color
On a perfectly blank canvas
Would trickle down into my eyes
Like watching a perfect sunset
After a sultry, simple day
I used to paint.

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Biography

I'm a 19 year old college student from a small town in Minnesota. I have been writing poetry for almost three years now. I love to participate in equestrian competitions, go to movies, and do anything outdoors. A lot of my poems are results of emotions and thoughts I kept locked up as a child.