They say "if you kiss a wound it will heal" but I can't kiss your heart.
So I'll kiss your lips. your neck. your skin. and every other part.
And I hope that one day they'll sink in, and something inside you starts.
Because where you see yourself as worthless, all I see is a work of art.
So I'll begin to paint your canvas with the stain from on my lips.
And I will trace your frame so gently from your torso to your hips.
I'll leave landscapes on your body there's not a place that I will miss
And I'll always be here to remind you in case you should forget.
But if life ever comes between us or if mine comes to an end,
I hope that in the very least, when you needed me, I was a friend.
And I hope that if I've shown you anything it's that every wound can mend.
That your life is far from meaningless you hold universes within.
Know that you can do anything you fathom if you only would believe
and the gift of happiness awaits you if you're willing to receive.
And there is so much LOVE around you more that you can conceive.
But I hope you find it in yourself before it's time for you to leave.
( Ellen Everett )