when you cry for help
ill be there
to hold and to attach all the missing pieces.
when ill look into your wolfish eyes
blue like good himself,
i know ill run,and look out for all the beautiful words
i heard you saying,to the blond gate,for all the deers near the water.

when the moon will becom yellow.like little cheese bites,
echos
of myself looking right through my camera .
i live through my lens
im getting in love in your smile
in your contact lenses
im gifted,for falling for you.