I wish I could paint:
then I’d paint you a sky
I wish I had wings:
I would escape and fly high
I wish I had a paintbrush
In my hand right now:
Then I could make you look more
Like the ‘you’ that I dream about
In my dreams, you are
A flower boy, softer, more kind
I imagine flowers blooming in your heart
The way you make them bloom in mine
In my dreams, you are a wayfarer
Traversing galaxies with me
But here: you’re running in circles
Wrapped up in your timid disbelief
And I wish I had some paint with me:
Maybe then I’d learn how to cover up
instead of letting my bare emotions free
And maybe, just maybe,
You’d then like me for me
If I could paint myself to look
More like the girl of your dreams.
