Painted Picture
If seasons could take photos, you would be hotter than the summer skies during winter nights.
Who springs into people’s hearts causing them to fall for you.
You are a vessel unbroken and untouched, polished with poetry.
With the ability to manufacture memories worth more than motion pictures.
I guess that makes you the director to our destiny.
Filled with fields of dandelions and dreams both crawling to the skies.
Amazed by your organic personality.
Your knowledge is natural,
And you are a masterpiece of imperfections.
Crushing writers block with your creativity.
A painters bluprint of the perfect portrait to place into the worlds soul.
Each one of your heart beats gives birth to another relationship in every galaxy.
And If stars had the power to speak, you would gravitate to their center of attention.
They would gossip about your glory.
They would discuss the cuteness of your charisma and conscience.
They would picture themselves polishing your halo and waking up with your wings.
Everything would revolve around you,
Even the sun would become jealous of how hot you are.
Which we both know every day isn’t perfect.
And there will be days that your tears will exile themselves from your eyes.
But even in thoes moments, every drop would splash into something special.
Your tears breathe life into oceans of orchards.
Your tears change deserts into rain forest.
Your tears could cradle Noah’s Arc with their streams if they chose to.
Your tears disguise themselves as tidal waves and waterfalls just to flood people’s pain away.
And without even noticing it, you’ve learned to substitute your sadness for strength.
You’ve learned to trade in your tradgedy for triumph.
Which is why there are pyramids built from blocks of your wisdom.
As Pharaoh’s inhale your fragrance of experience, imagining they have fallen into a sea of commitment and wedding vows.
Causing them to trade in their crown for a camera just to capture that moment worth more than royalty.
And if seasons could take photos, you would be hotter than the summer skies during winter nights.
Who springs into people’s hearts causing them to fall for you…
-Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
Ricky Maeweather 