The scene was picture perfect, but like a painting if you peel away each layer of paint everything that is seen becomes unseen and then the true image appears, the pencil sketch which shows the raw emotion of the painter.
I've spent years trying to keep the layers of paint there,and I was doing well, I was known as the go lucky girl, people believed I was happy and not much bothered me,than you showed up.
Slowly day by day I could feel you picking away at my layers, and I found myself scared that I couldn't stop you,or maybe it was because I didn't want to stop you.
Slowly but surely you peeled back every layer and now I feel naked standing in front of you,but as I see the smile form across your face, I know I don't have to worry anymore.
