The clouds all whispered

I let the sun kiss the places you never would
The pulse of the streets say you misunderstood

You grazed my skin like fresh paint on canvas
The scrapes left wrote a stanza

You knew I always loved an artist
You made me your muse

I was left raw and open
You said that's how you liked them

You picked the strings of my soul
You danced me through condemnation
I even followed like I knew the steps

I became the ground beneath me
The pavement felt so cool
As I slipped through the cracks I caught glimpses of you

The core greeted me
It played a welcoming jive

It felt warmer than the pavement
It felt scorching like ice
I rather stay on the surface than get burnt twice

I told a story that not many could hear
The clouds all whispered though and some of them cheered

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