*Tavros sits Gamzee down nervously*
Please just listen to this, um, rap I've been working on. And please don't say anything until the end. It might, uh, ruin my flow.
You remind me
of city graffiti.
A piece of art covering
a broken wall,
except it's not broken;
it's recovering.
When the light
hits your face just right
in the early morning,
the scars are gone sometimes,
just like old times,
but that's not the Gamzee I'm loving.
Of course, over your scars is your clown make up.
You could trade the makeup and use
love as the white base.
Let my fingers trace
along and let them replace
the black spaces around your eyes.
Kisses shall cover your face
and take the place
of your makeup mask.
But I would love you with it on anyway.
I would still love you if the scars never heal
and your makeup continues to conceal
the pain in your heart.
I would still love you if we shared a bed
and you thought of me as a friend instead,
so you kept your back to me.
I would still love you if you decide to leave
and you didn't love me like I believed
you...did...in the past...
I really needed that hug.