Should I start with the dent on my desk
A crest to my chest,
My jar was paint full
But I choose not to cover
That this scratch of yours
Would remind me of the pain of love,
A dent done only by my crush
Who could get to me
So without an effort
Cos I lose guard to your presence
As I paint the funnest dream I had
Within the space of my class room
& under the cover of the moon's rays
As my heart feels to paint
Just in the colour of love
As I felt it whole

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