Painting.
You're painting something and it makes you smile. I wonder what it is and could it be me this time?

I wish.
I wish you'd know what you look like, spread out on the bench with your cheek facing the sea.

Beautiful.
You're so beautiful, everytime I look at you I wince, because I know what you are and I know what you'd think.

Of me, of us, of them, of the world, but most importantly; of that beautiful girl.

That girl on the bench, with a painting in her hand and the world at her feet. Oh god, how I wish it could be a part of me. Her world or the brush, it all makes me blush.

But for me, it's not a tragedy. It's not a shame or a taboo, just loving who you love and I want it to be you.

But you're a girl and a girl I am too, and for a girl to love a girl in your world is taboo.

So I'm sorry if this made uncomfortable. But if it made you squirm and if it made you yearn I think you know what I'm hoping that you'll learn,

Someday, not today,

But a land where you're happy is a land where you're free and my to be or not to be is not up to them but only to me.

So I want you to know, that you're not alone. It may feel like that's false but wherever you are, it's true.

You're just waiting for a better world, and a better time. And I know you'll find that place,

Somewhere in your mind.