I am an outline of my life
White shapes made by black lines
Waiting to be colored by light bursting from your eyes
Oh how it shines through your glasses like a prism
Exploding into every color imaginable, and then some
When it hits me I cannot help but feel like I'm floating
Drifting with the softness of your spoken breath's speech
Like a thousand butterflies fluttering in me
Take me now; I'm yours
Don't be afraid if the colors clash
Or to stay within the lines
I want to be your most beautiful mistake