Wounded Wonder

you should have dug a nail in my skin
and tore it ; no I wont be suffering
there is maybe nothing this beautiful
so painful; yet so dazzling

just write your name , you are allowed many tries,
I'll polish the wound, with some water from the eyes ,
i need to caress the wound for long
the pain in that is truly your disguise

This will how I'll hang out with you around
when i need to talk to you , I'd just press the wound
that pain will be to me , your reality
a definite feel of matter , a definite sound

its a perfect secret way to live with you so far,
to me this is all real , i could feel you like you are,
its delightful how i've concealed you in my arm,
you are the most colorful constellation ,like a million colorful stars.