I was tired of the suns
that had left me burnt.
They shone so bright,
but in the end, they just hurt.

But you are the rain,
so calm, so clear.
All I see is color
when you are near.

There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk