Lost in your eyes Akin to standing In a field of wheat The curves in your face Reminds me of something like Venus de Milo I focus so desperately On things like that And everytime I reminisce I get lost just to Lose a little bit more
To me You were an ideation A daydream Then you became reality A blissful presence Then you became a story One I hate to tell And now You pride yourself On thinking you're even a memory