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I wanna paint art on the walls that you built around your heart.

I can’t promise to erase the hurt,

I can only speak of the love that we can start.

Baby, we can create new memories;

let’s throw the bad memories out.

The world is a canvas, let’s make art.

Maybe we can canvass the world,

hold hands in the park.

I know emotional walls come from a legitimate place;

it’s an easy defense mechanism, when you need to feel safe.

I know your heart needs to heal,

I can give you both time and space

but I’d rather take you dancing in the rain to erase the uncried tears from your face.

Baby, we can create new memories;

let me turn your Heartbreak Hotel into a gallery space.

Let me show you all the magic that an artisan of love could make;

let me remind you that even at your worse you’re great.

I know at times you’re insecure as f***

but you are more than enough

and I adore you nevertheless, 

sweetheart, you are a work of art.

l know you’ve been running from relationships,

putting up walls to protect your heart

but I just wanna run my fingers through your hair,

ease your fear, kiss your forehead, keep you near,

kiss your neck, massage hands, nibble on your ear,

rub your feet, massage your mental,

explore the depths of your heart.

I see the vulnerable wild abandon in your eyes,

I see the capacity for empathy in your face;

I can’t promise to erase the hurt,

I can only speak of the love that we can start.

Baby, we can create new memories;

let’s throw the bad memories out.

The world is a canvas, let’s make art.

Maybe we can canvass the world,

hold hands in the park.

I wanna paint art on the walls that you built around heart.

Let me turn your Heartbreak Hotel into a gallery space.

Let’s go dancing in the rain to erase the uncried tears from your face.

I know emotional walls come from a legitimate place…

But what am I to do, knowing I love you

and you’re out here with uncried tears on your face?

What am I to do, when I’m out here like The Balcony Scene, 

adoring the windows of your soul like The Starry Night?

What am I to do, knowing that the walls that you are building will hide me from your eyes?

What am I to do, knowing that the walls that you have built to keep your heart safe

are the same walls that will put the mask of night upon thine face?

Oh love, sweet love! Wherefore art thou love?

Let’s turn this Heartbreak Hotel into a gallery space.

Let’s throw the bad memories out;

let’s go dancing in the rain to erase the uncried tears from your face.

Oh love, sweet love,

help this hopeless romanctic put the art in your heart once more.

Let me paint art on the walls that you built around your heart, forevermore.

–@StevieStreets #hopelessromantic #poem | The Art of Love

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