paint you a poetry
if i were to paint love, i wouldn't paint you
i'm thinking of painting the 'why,'
not the 'who'
i'd paint the sound you make
as laughter freely spills out of you
i'd paint how nonchalantly you walk
or do literally every little thing you do
i'd paint the glow on your face
as you eat your favorite food
i'd even paint the words that come out of your mouth
and the addicting way you push your hair out of your eyes
oh, your eyes. maybe i'd paint them, too
and maybe, i'll add your lips, your jaw, your brows,
your cheeks, your lashes, your nose,
your skin, your posture and tall frame,
your slender fingers, and your messy, disheveled hair
yeah...
after all,
if i were to paint love,
maybe i'd end up painting you.