I dream of London in the fall and I dream of you
coffee breath kisses and gentle words
entertwined in silk sheets and the sounds of the city open our tired eyes
I tell you the way everyone else was just a comparison to you
and you tell me my scars are your favorite
and you trace every bruise on my body
and I whisper that I'd face all of my pain over again if it led me to you
falling for you is a work of art