Can I count on you?
Like a thought that comes from nowhere, like a memory that comes to mind. You fill my head with your presence no matter where, or the time. You come to me from a world of perfection of blue skies, meadows, and trees. Moving as a kissing breeze amongst the flowers then with your eyes and smile, you tease. I’m happily lost in your vision of distraction, content to be taken from where I should be. I’ve become a lovesick romantic dreamer, obsessed by love and it’s imagery. Sign in to see full entry.