as I close my eyes I paint a picture.
it is you, again.
my pencils are filled with colour,
a perfect mixture
and it seems,
as if these shades
only exist in my dreams
I draw you, line by line
I play with the thought,
you might wanna be mine
I draw your skin,
you’re smiling eyes,
your chin
I draw the lips I’d like to kiss,
but what is this?
you’re not here,
not even close
and if you read this;
I am painting.
for you,
I’m still waiting.
- gio
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:35 AM UTC
as I close my eyes I paint a picture.
it is you, again.
my pencils are filled with colour,
a perfect mixture
and it seems,
as if these shades
only exist in my dreams
I draw you, line by line
I play with the thought,
you might wanna be mine
I draw your skin,
you’re smiling eyes,
your chin
I draw the lips I’d like to kiss,
but what is this?
you’re not here,
not even close
and if you read this;
I am painting.
for you,
I’m still waiting.
- gio
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