Ramblings of a Frantic Artist

A hopeless romantic; the ramblings of a frantic. Welcome to my world. I'll gift you my heart and right from the start you'll find cracks adorned in pearls. The words in my head that I never said Always make their way out somehow.. A brush on a canvas, or a note in my phone When it can't force it's way from my mouth. A runner, a lover, a fighter, a hugger But most importantly, a friend I'll hold all your pains and triggers and aches until the day that they end. And I'll go to the depths of the ocean Just to hand you back your heart. I'll mend all the pieces one by one I always finish what I start. The thoughts that riddle me when I'm alone- To be? Or not to be? I trust my intuition and embrace the unknown I see the forest for the trees. Past, present, future, and the way they overlap A lighthouse in the night sea. Your beacon of direction. A map I am the monument that helps you find your way back. I'll trace each freckle on your shoulder as the rough draft of a constellation. I'll pocket each tear until the load is too heavy and wring out every frustration And when you've outgrown your need for me I'll still stand in the night For I'll always be the beacon that guides you to the light.