my love for you was a thought
a careless one in fact
that I placed inside beautiful picture frames
and hung around me on the walls
I'd built up

those simple ideas of old movies,
soft blankets, quiet breathing,
and late night coffee
the very thought of you
kept me awake

but the picture frames began to crumble
to fall off the walls
the shatter inside it's glass
the painted pictures fell
patiently to the ground
being walked all over by the
hard footsteps of reality

you would never guess that
a simple thought could travel so far
a simple thought could
leave you alone
a single, simple thought
could tear you like a thin sheet of paper
what a tragic thought, indeed