You were an impressionist
and I- too headstrong to concede...
Love me
with music of the sea...
We are just friends,
but I stole your t-shirt again...
"The moon is a nice rock", you say,
as I chuckle at the most unromantic...
Sometimes
I desire myself...
Winter skies reveal trechary
Fall leaves are fallen souls...
Suddenly, a story runs on my mind
A daydream or some sort of a kind...
Fall asleep with your eyes wide open,
Picturing things that are not in motion...
My life is joyfull
& so you say is yours...
You may not know this
I’m not an easy girl...
Moonlight drenched beyond your skin –
your shadow distorted in my view, it’s hand...
Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...