To be honest i really don't know,
I stopped everything i do for show.
Maybe i realized that i really don't have to do anything at all.
Not a one-sided effort to always start a call.

That in love, you don't really fall - you fly.
And sure, i can use colors in my words,
I can write romance-filled notes that can make you high
But i won't.

You see words don't need to be superfluous, only genuine.
Nor does my heart need your lofty promises,
Those won't let you in.

To love an artist is to love her rawness despite all the mess.
Embrace her sensitive way of seeing things, and see the joy it brings.
Kiss her insanity until you explode into colorful fractals,
Hold her tightly with warmth like a room filled with undying candles.