Draw your red lips near my love
Paint a heart-shaped pool upon my chest
Place it above my heart
Fill it with rivers of mascara, until,
to where you lips touched my life it will crest;
neither below or above;
neither wanting or exceeding your will
It is to perfectly cleanse what you past was made of;
and I will wash away your memory of being apart;
from the love that once made you distressed;
Draw your red lips near, my love
Bring them close so you may hear
The beating heart that dark pools of pain cannot arrest
No, for it will no longer be full of fear;
but instead what once thickened the lashes
that no man could tame or ****;
will now become a new start,
for as I receive your love;
what you place upon me will lay it’s head to rest;
a wave softly glistening on sand after it crashes,
as can only faith that has become belief lies still