He's the kind of person
who would play the victim...
Paint Me Beautiful
From the eye, color streaks...
You came to me
When I needed a friend...
I’ve always struggled with emotional connection.
So I compensate for...
What do you do
when you can no longer...
Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day...
I now know things...
things...
The hole in your heart
where the moon once lived...
Like a prayer, almost
two hands clasped...
Upon my palm, I press my lips
then blow a kiss, that twists and flips...
We did not want to meet,
fierce migrants, wanting to fit in...
It feels like ages since we’ve talked
But I can still see your smile in my head...