A cabin cascades a canyon. Wild flowers brighter than the reception of your visuals. Confusion contesting your facial perfections. Your imperfections collected and put forth. Only to be disregarded, or reevaluated. My creation of the world for you to escape. Where you'll find me. Waiting for you. Every time. I your conscience, as you coexist by me. Appreciated.
I see the beauty you refuse to show. Like I'm the only one that knows. Your earthy colored eyes grow with sorrow when you see me go. I'm making my way to you my dear, so tell me all your dreams and fears. If I can't be your love forever. I'll be your friend for the storms and the weather. The rain will come I'll take your hand. I'll fight until your pain, just ends.
You're the atmosphere of my imagination. The brightest coils of colors with no saturation, but you are the sweetest fusion of confusion I've ever concussed. But no paint brush could ever paint on you. The most beautiful picture, on a perfect canvas. _____________________________________________________________