As I close my eyes,
My mind opens to thoughts of you.
An instinctive smile,
For a distinctive beauty.
I see the words written within your eyes,
But get lost every time between those lines.
I can't help but to trace back.
I know the answers to why,
But don't understand why.
Thoughts just run on, no commas.
Questions marks my fascination.
Can't say no more, period.
Just know that it only makes sense if it ends with you.