As if happiness has a certain scent that even my best lavender softener could pretend to be.
I’m trying so hard to forgive myself, for all the things that were never my fault.
I asked your heart to hold still so I could paint you in my dreams; knowing all along, that I love the way watercolor runs in the rain.
Please… Let me torture myself a little longer, so that I don’t forget what it feels like to fall in love.
Maybe someday, I might show up, in your sweetest dreams…
The madness, might grip my soul, and crumble me like the ten-page love letter I never sent to my high school sweet heart.
You say to me, that I am yours, in this world of in between. You say to me, that all this pain, was truly just a dream,
Little Prince. I know, you did your best.
Your scars are beautiful, to those who would see you clearly.
Beautiful, is the gift, that you might witness, a many great things.