cover your scars in paint,
there is art on your body,
recreating would be a hobby but we let it sink,
Pain is art in drastic form,
Rain on our parade,
We love a storm,
To stay inside so our love never mourns for one another,
I have discovered love for you deeper under cover,
But that’s no secret,
I smile when you vent about your day cause you’re in love and I peeped it,
I wrote poems of our loves true meaning in secret to keep this,
when I need reminders of how my heart sunk in oceans of your beauty and how far it’s deep in,
Sea level.