You told me you loved me
For the first time today
As you walked on by.
Some scissors and a paintbrush gripped snug in your hands.
The things I did not say
Beat like my lungs;
My heart.
“I love you too man,”
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me this year,”
“I miss you”
The things I did echoed in a whisper
‘Kira’
You painted my life
-a lovely heather grey
Basked in your beauty
-and I’m lost on the way
You could cut it to shreds
-I’d never complain
Not for you Kira
-I still love the rain
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 1:26 AM UTC
You told me you loved me
For the first time today
As you walked on by.
Some scissors and a paintbrush gripped snug in your hands.
The things I did not say
Beat like my lungs;
My heart.
“I love you too man,”
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me this year,”
“I miss you”
The things I did echoed in a whisper
‘Kira’
You painted my life
-a lovely heather grey
Basked in your beauty
-and I’m lost on the way
You could cut it to shreds
-I’d never complain
Not for you Kira
-I still love the rain
