• Laid out on the floor,
    my life printed on film.
    They're only of me with you though.
    I can see past my smiles
    to the whirlwinds of monarchs I lock within.

    Say anything to me
    and if you notice me closing my eyes,
    I'm simply recording your voice in my mind.
    Thoughts may blur them day after day
    but that just glues them to my mind,
    like pages of a book stuck in the rain.

    Lounging by the window
    with my feet on the wall,
    its days like these when I think of you.
    Luminous with light air breezing by,
    its the perfect time for the sun
    to ignite in your eyes.

    I'm not asking for a chance.
    Complicated things don't need to be enhanced.
    This is just my way of telling you
    before the wind picks up
    and starts sweeping our pictures away.