My pen and your paintbrush..

You painted me not just on canvas

or walls but on your heart.

You gave me wings 

and you are certain that 

I will always land back to you.

I wrote you, not just on paper

or walls but on my heart.

I gave you the power of the sun

and I know you will shine forever.

But lately my wings can't fly

and every time I stretch them

all I can feel is your hands.

It hurts 

It hurts a lot.

And lately, the sun hides

and every time I look at the moon,

all I can read is 

lonely

lonely

lonely.

Darling you know we're amazing.

We create things people marvel at.

Maybe you'll paint me a picture

and maybe I'll write you a poem,

but until we finally figure out

what I mean to you and

what you mean to me.

Maybe you should keep your colors

and I should keep my words.