picture in a frame
the grey box sitting beside
waiting for something to arrive
a moment of happiness captured
your beading eyes
and you look like you know
but they are fast and few
lost searching for someone like you
when all the lights are off
and you look at me
casually turning your head
tell me how and where you've been
would you be there if i got in
maybe next to me
if i cared to look
not to be this time
more of the same will follow
searching hard to fill this hollow
wandering how long
thinking why now
and remembering the good
looking to find you there
but i never seem to dare
take your bottle and fill it
give you a sip of mine
ask for a sip of yours
but you are only to be seen
i found you in a magazine
and asked you to be mine
next to the wooden heart
where i can feel lost in your eyes