I am the lines of his stanza

This is our canvas

Do not give me regular love

Just love me irregularly

As the doves fly over above 

Two people intertwine in a fury

Not knowing what we are becoming

As I come down from this high

Whisper sweet nothings

As I find my feelings to Bury

It is not for you to understand

But a lesson for you to gain

Only do the ones who have tried comprehend

That love pours in my veins.

Real love.

Faultless it all may seem,

This story we wrote as a team, 

But only I can read.

broken you could see, through each seam.

Who wants tea?

It’s hard to be you

No pain should last this long

With you… there is nothing wrong

Above all… you will be strong

More lies beyond a pretty face

She has more to give, More to lose

For all to see,

A heart of gold.