A painting hanging

 So still, almost coming to life

 staring at world

not aware of it’s surrounds

Is it laughing r’ does it wish to hold

Out a hand to comfort

Even though it not understands

I want to talk to it

To tell it

How lucky she is to be

A painting

A smile can be put there

On her lips, in her eyes

No one can hurt her

Not in the way a human can

Men admire her, just for the way she is

Women are jealous for the beauty she holds

No one wants to change her

A major discussion can she conjure up

Not a word does she need to say

No defense does she need to stand

Yet, she might have a name

The only family you have

Is the one who hung you on the wall

A painting hanging there

Is what I sometimes

Wish I could be  

Displayed for the pride of owning me

You might not even know who painted me

But you can't keep your eyes off

for the beauty I hold

Drawing you so near

I can be touched, though I do not feel

My flaws brought out, for there would be no care

Even when replaced

For a painter made a better one of me

So a painting I’m stored away

In the back of your mind

Still someone discovers me

And hangs me back on the wall