A Portrait of Love

Starry night,
Clouds drift past
the sliver of moon that hangs;
A lone painting
in a gallery of midnight blue walls.

Underneath this work of art
lay two lovers,
promising each other the world;
Forgetting that they shouldn’t
make promises they can’t keep.

There are secrets locked up
in their hearts
that could escape at any moment,
bringing the canvas down
on them.

Lying under the stars
The promise of tomorrow
Was never the truth.