Don't wear your plastic

Don’t put on your plastic face, honey… It doesn’t matter your shine, you’re already Sun. Your imperfections rush me, I feel so alive in your humanity. Why do you blush? I don’t know what you hide for, you look so pretty when you’re real. You look so lovely when the morning’s first kissed you and your eyes still crust bitten with birth. In that haze is when you can see and hear new birds, and me. In that morning’s haze we’ll find our bodies fresh. Through the cracks of these sheets we’ll start this day with echoes, and right.