Tell me something
Are you down to let go
Of all our somethings
And frame a new photo...

You’re so worth it
All my silver and Gold
Babe it’s nothing
Compared to those hands that I hold..

You were broken and I was shattered by you,
All the pieces I sold just to buy it back just to learn that LOVE IT SELF IS LIKE A PAINTING

Many colors, many steps But the most beautiful thing about love is knowing you are a  mess and yet somebody can Love you threw your mess

“Like a Canvas to a paint brush”

Let’s not start over let’s pick up where we left off cause I still love you threw all this mess.