i love words
and you had a way with it
besides, you're a writer
the first few months we were together
you'd bask me with your sweet voice
i was blissfully, happily intertwined
in your arrangement of sentences
but
i didn't know you were a painter too
you lose your pen
and started using your hands
you'd paint on me, your favorite canvas
fingers and knuckles as your brushes
i figured you liked red and blue
purple and black when you got creative
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
i love words
and you had a way with it
besides, you're a writer
the first few months we were together
you'd bask me with your sweet voice
i was blissfully, happily intertwined
in your arrangement of sentences
but
i didn't know you were a painter too
you lose your pen
and started using your hands
you'd paint on me, your favorite canvas
fingers and knuckles as your brushes
i figured you liked red and blue
purple and black when you got creative
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