He felt like an old photograph
Sparking the idea of a distant consciousness
And a memorable ambition
His eyes were a wonder to wake up next to
They were soft and sweet and comforting
With an indescribable air of mystery
I watched the way he watched people
He would study them with an open mind
Or with a heavy heart
I longed to be the song he moved to
When he had passion in those sweet eyes
I longed to be the reason he moved
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
He felt like an old photograph
Sparking the idea of a distant consciousness
And a memorable ambition
His eyes were a wonder to wake up next to
They were soft and sweet and comforting
With an indescribable air of mystery
I watched the way he watched people
He would study them with an open mind
Or with a heavy heart
I longed to be the song he moved to
When he had passion in those sweet eyes
I longed to be the reason he moved
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