You paint me in pinks and golds;
With sun dripping out my pores,
And lips like tulips;
My flesh shinning in a glow.
I write you in sweet words,
That enthrall and succumb.
That whisper your heart
and scream mine.
You draw me with pastels,
All light and airy;
My eyes dark and dreary.
You shape me out .
I tell your story on white pages,
Of pristine paper and solid ink.
I speak in soft tones the life…
You live and love.
You remember me in color,
I remember you in black and white.
And when I say the you paint me,
I mean you bring me to life;
And when I say I write you,
I mean I think I might like you.
(A/N: FP always screws up my spacing, thus the --- lines...I don't know how to fix the spacing thing... :( )