in his eyes....  

I am writing poems on the stairwell 

as I teeter totter  

no parchment will break my fall 

I lose myself... 

tracing the stars  

always watching  

sometimes it feels 

like we are watching  

life from the corners 

every time... 

I hear that song 

I smile  

because you sang it very off key 

and to me it was beautiful 

because you were watching me and smiling too.