Your blue eyes pierced mine once again
The gust from the metro passing swiftly
Blew my hair across my face
But time stopped and we stood still.

You held nothing,
Your hands ****** in those denim pockets.
We meet within this dark, cobblestoned tunnel
I can’t stand the warm, brightness of today
I want the stormy, broken bits of our blue April.

Yes, I want your calm, soft hands in mine
No, I don’t want your red roses
or your yellow note lined letter.
I want what keeps you warm.

Come closer,
I want that blue sweater your wearing.
The one that smells of musty cologne
and weaves together all those blue shades.
The one I used to wear.

can you picture me?
spinning with you by the sea?
kitchen scenes, bedroom nights.
waiting for you at the stoplight.

can you picture me?
wrapped within your arms?
so close and warm.
completely out of harm.

can you picture me?
at Hollywood High
breathing in your gentle sigh.
inhaling so deep.
ready for us to take the next leap.

I can picture you.
a beautiful picture in my mind.
a treasure i did find.
a line that I did cross.
my virginity lost.


I can picture you.
with anger and silence inside.
melting somewhere, my arms too wide.
adversaries washed away.
reassurance as you lay.

I can picture you.
the bronze of your skin
the warmth hits like a wind.
on this cool ivory skin.

can you picture me?
these petals still immature.
never as I were.

I can picture you.
putting a bandage on my wound.
your smile making me a new.
your *******--a form of protection.
your words my progression.

I can picture you.