Jul 29, 2016
You Yeah you You’re a piece of art A masterpiece as you would say With the smooth sides and rough edges Alive and breathing with a heart of gold Yeah you have flaws but no ones perfect You’re an easel and I’m the paintbrush Together we make love and beautiful things But not of course more beautiful than you You’re a delicate thing A cloud and can start raining by just a few words I’ve learned how to help you slowly rise up and Stop being a low gray cloud but a nice beautiful White one that hangs out with the sun where you should be In this drawing on this easel with this paintbrush you are my cloud And I Am your sun.