I see white...
And in a moment
I'm a canvas.
Turns into a longing;
A desperation for you to love me,
And never let go.
And hold me when I'm cold.
With the happiest of memories.
Even if they tarnish over time.
To be your painting.
Your untold poetry.
It's okay that you hide me from the world,
All I care about is that you see me.