The Painter
You are a painter who paints in my mind
you show me the world I wish I could find
A world where I’m happy with you by my side
a world where our love has no reason to hide.
To hold your hand would instill me with joy
and make my heart flutter like a pond full of coy
a touch from your lips makes my heart dance in bliss
I long for the day we can openly kiss.
My eyes are like thunder inviting a storm
your eyes are the lightning in human form
together we fight for the life we desire
while the whole world implores us to quit and retire.
you paint me to sleep with your words in my head
you’re the light in the world that wishes me dead
you cut through the night and you cover my scars
you reach for my hand and we rewrite the stars.
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I'm a Grad student now studying Biochemistry and Biophysics (not sure how I got there). I guess I've been using this site for nearly 8 years now though sometimes I went years without writing much of anything. I write what I feel and I write what I need to let go of. Sometimes I write about a dream or a nightmare I had, If I can tell the difference. I fell in love for poetry in high school and continued to write in college. I hope to publish a book someday as well (leave a comment if a poem speaks to you). P.S. My Instagram is @CottonCandyPoems
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