Sweet Holy Pain
Every brush stroke feels like I’m healing
As I paint these stars all over your ceiling
Drawing constellations all over the walls
Slow dancing to you every time that you call
I trace the soft orbits of our shadows aligned
To rid the world of perfection—it’d be so unkind
No man or Adonis could entrap me, its feeble
You’re a child of beauty, so damn pure and regal
I wait in the depths of my own bleeding heart
Trying to tear down the walls that keep us apart
You grant me sweet nothings—a pleasurable start
I’m living on the moon now and I’ll never depart
Fading in, fading out with every kiss of your name
You’ve got me in your palm and I have no one to blame
Take a bow in the silence, my efforts are in vain
Because loving you darling.. is sweet holy pain.
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