As brushes painting a canvas on your frame
Expressing how much I want you to stay
Line up the structure
Embody the curves
I’m pulling you into me
Trying to touch your soul
Permanent as stained paint on my clothes
Forever, tell me you’ll stay.
You presented your kiss to me like something of devils
Saying, “touch softly or it might scar you”
For hours, after contemplating the complication of which you phrased those words, only one thing came to mind
Beauty is of fragile coincidences
Stitched from the very day you realized you are more than what your father did
You are more than the one who sucked your air and cleaned the blood from your knuckles
You are more than ten handfuls of bad things
To me, you can be my everything
And that kiss can kill me until I am whole
Lying on the bed screaming for another
Because with that one devils kiss, it reflects upon a beautiful remembrance.
Artistic hearts will either dispose of you like unwanted pieces or paint you as a canvas on display for all to see.
It’s honestly crazy how one person can become your entire world. Without thinking about it, in one blink, everything changes and the only thing you plan on ever again in your existence is making sure that one person is happy and secure. Making them feel good is more satisfying and meaningful than anything you could ever fulfill.