dream date

words melt the walls covered in paintings made of you made of me yours are beautiful making the night sky a picnic on a checkered sheet one of lambs frolicking in warm summer weather refreshing blue skys and lovely mint green grass but me? mine are ugly they show the truth death and war pets bleeding out on roads and people dying on hospital beds so go ahead babe let it form one big puddle on the floor do it burn the truth then we can take the melted remains and make a balanced gallery a museum made for 2