but its your concourse waves of hair that drive me mad

Its your smiles and embrace that fries my brain

your soft lips as they speak; my mind puts words onto them

Its your style those yellow shoe converses

its the distance that really pulls my hairs out their pores

Its my constant pouring out and dying from the inside

Its the fact you are just right there. But i cant see the heart you have for me that you hide.

I may be silly but this all rings true. I may be silly,

but just for you.

in clouds i ponder in oft
the fluff so precise
wondrous but frowns
for I only beseech them in dice
If i'm feeling down
I see the colors of the sky
If i'm up, to them I wave goodbye.

To them, they go unnoticed
not a care in the world
Unless I'm touched by a hateful lotus
in that case the natural art unwhirls
Orange- blue- white A phone click beholds
then saved in my album labeled
' cloudy days of old'