the girl.

You are beautiful.
You are special.
You are the ghost of what once was.
Of what will be,
and what is now.
You are so sure, and I love seeing your humanity.
You are a teacher.
You are a preacher of freedom.
You are skin, and bones, and blood.
You are arms, and legs, and lips.
You are my sunshine.

When you wake up next to me,
I fall in love.
I pray that you won't paint yourself out of my pictures.
That your hair falls over me always,
that you will let me spend some time feeling this way before you take me.

I made promises, I swore, I said things.
But I will do things, and I will make things, and I will sing for you.
I will go to hell.

But it's worth it.
You're worth it.

Just say the words and I'll stay.