sometimes
i paint you up
in the back of my mind
where i kept you
all these years

i hide from
now
i guess

return to
whens
ifs
nevers

never ever
will we get there

you will not
hold my face
in your hands
and kiss me
for all times you
didn't

you will not
tell me
of all times you
wanted to, but
couldn't

you will not
confess

how you kept me
through all these years
in the back if your mind
just to
sometimes
paint me up