Every time I looked at your picture,
I built it in my head,
A thought, a time, a life
And a structure
I glared into those stilled eyes,
An wondered what life would be like,
If I new you, if you new me
And if there would be any lies.
I looked at your pose,
An it give me a memory,
Of happiness, of time, of what life would be like,
If every time I actually looked at you
12/12/08
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