in his eyes....

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. 


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