The Art.

Honey
Where you've been
I missed you
Lemme paint what I mean
Glazed with the colours of the wind
Impasto the touch of your skin
Now it looks like my dream

No
I don't think I can leave
Because you always knew
I walk around the street
Wishing it was you
Purify my day sweet
Tell me what I gotta do
Not to feel weak
Tell me is it true
Without you
I am incomplete
If you let me hold you tight
With the words on this sheet
Till we get to meet.

Reviews

[Legion]

I've lived these lines myself. Well done.

[Gabriella]

I think there's a typo in your second line. I really like the poem as a whole, even though the speech is so casual it's quite passionate.