If I could look at your picture I'd be able to tell you about your eyes And they way I knew they lit up a room They are those that can sing without speaking.
If I could look at your picture You'd quickly hear about your smile That would eat menacing clouds on a sunny day If they failed to bring rain and thunder So sublime with its apprehensive disassociation And subtle with its grace
If I could look at your picture It'd be so easy to keep looking Until stars move across the sky And starlight hangs upon my windows ledge As if it were there to shepherd me to sleep completely Slumbering along the edges of a frame
Yet I cannot look at this picture Stuck behind a locked door without a key Among so many unrequited metaphors I'm standing alone in a place of indecision And the sheer uncertainty of not knowing if I should
It's something I've come to accept Along with so many other things in this deceptive life Because if I'm not meant to look at your picture I can still hear your voice And even if it isn't mine to cherish I could be one of the few to have claimed I might've been able to