Painted Storms
Our mind paints the perfect version of them
A detailed piece mistaken for one of Picasso’s
The bright blue skies and yellow sun
Their wavy brown hair and sea foam green eyes
A laugh that could make the whole world smile
And a hand created specifically for mine
But our hearts know what is the truth
That sometimes it’s grey skies and rain
Salty tears and no hand to hold
Our hearts are like the parents
And our brain is the child
Even though our heart knows the truth
It won’t shatter our imagination
It will let us dream and hope
But it will build a few white fences
To keep us safe.
It will be there with a band-aid ready to go
For when we get hurt
Because we are taught through lessons
What love should be
But only lessons that pertain to us,
We cannot appreciate the sun
Without having the rain
And we can’t learn to appreciate the rain
Until we realize we can dance through the storms