I find myself a little tired of painting personality.
Exhausted from meticulously smiling in a frown.
I want to snuggle somewhere where I exhale all my worry.
Breathing in a newness that stills a restless pound.
So share my smirk love for you've created it.
From every moment you mocked my honesty.
And for once just live with me in this moment.
Smell the lingering hope that was once in me.
(Unfinished)
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I re-read this today. I didn't quite get the imagery the first time around when you shared it with me, so I decided I'd read it again.
You paint feeling in me.
Beautiful.
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