Every day,
Same time, same place,
In her hands, a bouquet,
Smile singed onto her face.
Hair blowing in the wind,
As he readied his pens,
Twenty portraits,
But he'd always do her again.
She was his Mona Lisa,
His muse.
A distraction for his lack of action,
And his girlfriend's abuse.
She was his perfect specimen,
The one who completed him,
But from her point of view,
She was just the girl that he drew.
Different attire,
A new person.
She tried to make him smile,
It was her mission.
When he told her,
His girlfriend left him,
She noticed,
He didn't seem broken.
His Mona Lisa,
That's all he needed.
He was certain,
That she'd never leave him.
His project,
Enough to fill three sketchbooks,
Smiling softly,
He wished she'd take a closer look.
Return from winter break,
New year to make mistakes.
Mona Lisa wasn't there,
He wondered if she ever cared.
Tears falling from his face,
He sat on the bench,
Flipping through the pages,
As his heart clenched.
"Trevor?" Whispered Mona Lisa,
He looked away as she sat beside him.
His hands trembled, her voice quivered.
"I just wanted to give you this..."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a box,
He looked over, and she placed it into his hand.
Inside was a ring, glistening,
Mona Lisa wanted to be more than a friend.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
Every day,
Same time, same place,
In her hands, a bouquet,
Smile singed onto her face.
Hair blowing in the wind,
As he readied his pens,
Twenty portraits,
But he'd always do her again.
She was his Mona Lisa,
His muse.
A distraction for his lack of action,
And his girlfriend's abuse.
She was his perfect specimen,
The one who completed him,
But from her point of view,
She was just the girl that he drew.
Different attire,
A new person.
She tried to make him smile,
It was her mission.
When he told her,
His girlfriend left him,
She noticed,
He didn't seem broken.
His Mona Lisa,
That's all he needed.
He was certain,
That she'd never leave him.
His project,
Enough to fill three sketchbooks,
Smiling softly,
He wished she'd take a closer look.
Return from winter break,
New year to make mistakes.
Mona Lisa wasn't there,
He wondered if she ever cared.
Tears falling from his face,
He sat on the bench,
Flipping through the pages,
As his heart clenched.
"Trevor?" Whispered Mona Lisa,
He looked away as she sat beside him.
His hands trembled, her voice quivered.
"I just wanted to give you this..."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a box,
He looked over, and she placed it into his hand.
Inside was a ring, glistening,
Mona Lisa wanted to be more than a friend.
