Paint me on a paper or paint me in your head. You can even paint me lying down on bed.
I don't care where you paint me as long as you paint me beside you. Splash the paint on my skin and watch the sin begin. Paint me in red or in different shades of blue. I don't care if you even paint me kissing you. Just promise you'll hang my portraits up on your bedroom walls. Cause they will scare any shadow that comes out and crawls ~

Her mind is a hurricane;
she’s constantly stuck in a heavy rainfall,
the forceful breeze being her only hope of escaping.
She doesn't see herself as beautiful,
she can’t look past the dark abundant clouds
but she has a light in her that’s more radiant than the sun,
she has the power to illuminate every fiber in your being.
She is just as breathtaking and captivating as nature,
but she only sees the bad.
Everyone else is caught up in her beautiful roses
while all she sees are her thorns.

Your tears look like pretty chandeliers. Almost like dazzling
gold. Your blood flows through you like red rubies but I don't
feel that anymore. It's like you've grown a hundred years old.
If I told you things will get bright again would you believe me.
I miss the old you. The one who never frowns. The one with nonstop
giggles and blood red coloured blushing cheeks. The one with romantic sunsets in his eyes. Did I tell you before that I touch the place where I see your face ? Did I tell you that I see you behind my eyelids ? Did I ? Cause if not than here I am saying it to you I'll say it again and again and again till you recover and become the old you. I'll be here baby till the end right beside you. Just show me a sign of the old you. If you go crazy ill be here holding your hand. If you want I can even take you to never land. We can be young just like Peter Pan but that's only if you show me the old you ~

My heart is in throbbing tone
My hands are as cold as stone

Sleepless, I become restless
Shortness of air, I become breathless
Controlling emotions seems helpless
An emotional distress

In the realization of my hyperventilation
I get dizzy and sleepy
My mind is on overdrive worry

Voices have strained my mind
And the Echoes have drained my body
Into a slumpy Winnie.


*© Pax