You paint me up with colors
That don’t speak to all my flaws
You airbrush bits of who I am
And look at me in awe
I am your prized possession
Your trophy and your muse
Within me rests your vanity
and things you cannot lose
I used to want a love like this
To shower me in praise
Your flattery is dreary now-
It lacks the warmth I crave
This love it leaves me empty
Like I’m only halfway living
How could you ever be my vessel
If you can’t touch my inner being?
If you can’t trace the patterns of my soul
To the creases in my brow
How could you love me one day
If you can’t truly love me now
See, all I ever wanted
Was someone who would say
“I see through all your brokenness
And still, I choose to stay”
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
You paint me up with colors
That don’t speak to all my flaws
You airbrush bits of who I am
And look at me in awe
I am your prized possession
Your trophy and your muse
Within me rests your vanity
and things you cannot lose
I used to want a love like this
To shower me in praise
Your flattery is dreary now-
It lacks the warmth I crave
This love it leaves me empty
Like I’m only halfway living
How could you ever be my vessel
If you can’t touch my inner being?
If you can’t trace the patterns of my soul
To the creases in my brow
How could you love me one day
If you can’t truly love me now
See, all I ever wanted
Was someone who would say
“I see through all your brokenness
And still, I choose to stay”
