I use my tears to paint watercolor pictures of us.

writing was my escape
so no wonder these feelings can't take shape
to feel we must express
without doing so there is no success
in dealing with emotions
we'll be left with cluttered notions
of urges and needs
and forgotten creeds
because bottling it up is not the way
because it will be worse the very next day.

so why can't i write
and escape this plight
of boiling feelings
that are filling my ceilings
my hands are tied by writers block
that will sit here and mock
the tears on my face
get me out of this place
because its getting hard to deal
with my mouth and its sickening seal
that keeps everything a hush
even if my mind is a rush
of my feelings of rout
that will never get out

With a nervous grip, the girl picks up the paintbrush;
She glances at this boy's life, a blank canvas that gives her a rush.

She asks his favorite color; he says it is always baby blue.
So she listens to his preferences and across the canvas the paintbrush flew.

When she looks at the monochrome array, she holds such disdain
For she is an artist who cannot stick to such colors mundane.

Eventually she pulls away from the baby blues,
And gives him vibrant colors and vivid hues.

She fills his world with a colorful glow,
And puts her heart and soul into giving him a rainbow.

Jupiter and Venus join in a magnificent partnership, and
Amid your great power, I, the Goddess of Love, am thrown off orbit, so
I bow my head in reverence to the King of the Gods.

The beauty in which your light-beams pour over and enlighten
The darkness that has twinkling lights for freckles,
Dazzles me deep down to my flaming core.

But if it shall happen, that your torch turns dim,
And your radiance doesn't reach the farthest ends of the galaxy,
Worry not, for my light will grow ever more incandescent.

Because pulling stronger than gravity itself,
There is a love ablaze deep within my essence,
That transcends the expanse of space itself.

Shining on in this infinite azure,
We split the quiet air with rays of brilliance,
For we truly are emblems of Power and Beauty.

There we lay, our bodies tangled and our fingers intertwined, my hair in his face and our legs wrapped around each other. Such perfect knots make up the one image of our bodies laying next to each other. We can’t tell who’s finger is who’s, what leg belongs to which body. When we are together, we become one beautiful entity. A single being. His eyelashes are butterflies that are taking an afternoon rest. When I open my heavy eyes I notice that his lips are slightly turned upwards at the ends, and that is cheeks are tinted with pink. His jawline is constructed so perfectly and its chiseled edge cuts through the dim room. His fingertips press into my back so he knows that even when he drifts off, that I'm not going anywhere. I wouldn't dare leave his arms. They are my home. There I am laying next to him and I see perfection in front of me, and I listen to his heart give the beat to the song that is made by the rhythm of his deep breaths. My absolute favorite song.