I don't know if this is weird Layla, but I close my eyes sometimes on purpose just so I can picture you. I run away with my imagination, and get blinded by your overwhelming light. That's my secret, my obsession with you. But, it's not weird it could never be weird. You're my muse.
I knew you were my muse from the first moment I took pictures of you, you were looking for a place to stay so I said you could stay at mine. I wanted to capture every moment of you, I had to. When I pulled out my camera you were a natural. We live in such extraordinary times, or maybe I do. I don't know if you can see just how much you mean to me.
I have a desire to keep you close to me, solely because you are mine. Imagination or not you are what's best for me and I am what is best for you. I only hope that you see what I see.
YOU ARE READING
Dilly Dallying
Short StoryBasically just my interpretation of songs, some writing prompts. they're mostly sad stuff but not all of them
