If you stare at something long enough,
the next place your eyes travel
will hold its outline
even if only for a second
and I wish
I would have done that with his hands.
you exist in every corner of my mind
and they say that love will make you blind,
but with you i see trichromatic
every second makes me more erratic.
tell me you don’t think of me,
you know my all my idiosyncrasies.
just let go and take my hand?
you are my only wonderland.
— The End —