If I was a painter, I would dip my fingers into your voice while you're laughing,
I would use the colours of your thoughts to paint the constellations I see whenever I look into your eyes on every brick wall of every god **** alley in this town.
I would paint the sun on your roof so even on cloudy days, when you can't bring your limbs to bring you out of bed you always have one to look at.
I would paint dresses on all your skeletons,
so you no longer have to hide them in the back corners of your closet like an old t-shirt you keep forgetting to get rid of.
I would paint butterflies on your bruises.
I would paint stars on your insecurities.
I would paint exclamation points on your vocal cords.
I am not a painter, but if I was, that is what I would paint.
-j.a
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
If I was a painter, I would dip my fingers into your voice while you're laughing,
I would use the colours of your thoughts to paint the constellations I see whenever I look into your eyes on every brick wall of every god **** alley in this town.
I would paint the sun on your roof so even on cloudy days, when you can't bring your limbs to bring you out of bed you always have one to look at.
I would paint dresses on all your skeletons,
so you no longer have to hide them in the back corners of your closet like an old t-shirt you keep forgetting to get rid of.
I would paint butterflies on your bruises.
I would paint stars on your insecurities.
I would paint exclamation points on your vocal cords.
I am not a painter, but if I was, that is what I would paint.
-j.a
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