Colors

Skin Drawings AU

The words on my arm
Bring a smile to my face.
I find it funny how others
Look upon with disgrace,
Covering their bodies,
Hiding with shame,
Whereas I write on my skin
Everyday.

These words are my past,
My future to hold.
You are my truest friend,
I hope that you know
Bob and Wade are kind
Matt and Ryan are sweet
But in your company
They can never compete.

Not that I've ever met you
But you talk every day
And I love reading the things
That you have to say.
All we do is pick up a pen,
Simple as can be,
Yet a feeling of comfort
Always floods me.

Why God chose this power
I shall never know.
I once heard of stories
From long ago
Of people without color
Lost on their own trail
Till that one special person
Pulls away the black veil.

But those are just fantasies,
These stories are true.
I write on my body
To convey messages to you.
You smile in delight
In highlighters of joy
And I'm sure, I'm positive
It's no decoy.

But, sometimes I wonder
Is it lonely out there?
Do you look out your window
Toward rainy despair?
You've wrote you love Ireland
But I question, no doubt
If a desolate world
Is what you care about.

But now is not the time
For me to delay
For I have found a way
To reach you this day.
I finally bought a ticket
For an Athlone plane
And here I fly
In agonizing pain.

Is his writing true?
Is he hurt a lot?
Why hasn't he written?
Thickening is the plot.
My knee bounces rapidly,
Mind in despair
At all the bad things
That could be happening there.

The metallic bird I ride
Makes a shaky desend
And my heart rate increases
At the thought of you friend.
I can finally meet you!
I can finally see
The person that I
With have longed to be.

I see black on my arm
And stare intensely with glee
At the message you seem
To be writing to me.
But it's flowing off fast
As if being washed away
And my happiness, my joy,
Spirals into dismay.

Is it just the rain?
Or are you living in fear?
Is an enemy of you
Holding you near?
Or are you merely taking back
What you wanted to say to me?
Do you not trust me enough?
Is it something I can't see?

Lost in my panic
A marker I grab
Writing a message
For you to have.
Jack, are you OK?
Please answer me
I'm scared
I'm worried
Just where could you be?

~ ~ ~

Guilt fills me
As I read his words.
Warmth fills my heart
As his compassion endures.
I sigh as I grab
A highlighter green
And write out a message,
Simple and clean.

Don't worry about me
I'm doing great
But it seems that your plane
Is landing a little late?

~ ~ ~

How does he know?
I thought I kept my secret well!
At least I can meet him.
If only I could tell
Time to move faster.
It's painfully slow,
And it should know by now
I have places to go.

The plane finally lands.
I grab my suitcase fast.
Your face I will finally get
To see at last!
To hear your voice,
Run my fingers through your hair
And with you all
Of the stories I can share.

The stories longer than arms
I can finally convey.
Now where in the airport
Are you on this day?

~ ~ ~

I draw a giant smile
For you to see
And hold up my hand
In hopes that you'll follow me.
I'm looking around:
No smilies are in sight.
Until suddenly,
One hand,
Raises my delight.

It's looks small
From so far away
But I can see easily
It's light of today.
I'm sprinting,
I'm running,
I'm here in your arms.
And now, nothing can ever
Bring me harm.

Pulling away
And looking at you
I can only see
One thing to do
And right before
You pull me in too
You smile and say
Your eyes
Are a beautiful
Blue