You wanna know what I like the most
We don’t keep track of the days.
We’re like wet paintbrushes waiting for colors.
We can speak in art and still understand each other.
You don’t pester me into anything.
I can tell that we’re learning together.
I am not perfect and you’re
well and truly aware of it.
Let’s take it slow.
We’re going to change some day.
We will make mistakes too,
but ask anyone –
mistakes make us grow.