My shadows laid on the ceiling of my room
The light reflected from the pool through the low window.
I stared the lines of photographs on the wall
It's full of you then I raised my hand for my shadows so we can touch,
Beautiful
...warm.
9th of January, you dyed your hair red and gave me an old polaroid.
The light in your eyes can never be replaced as I capture you.
Lock in each moment before it changes in the next split second.
Like field of daisies, your safe haven,
Freckles on your nose and cheeks,
And the morning sun; a reason for being.
