Looking through the glass, does not transmit the true beauty...

Looking through the glass
does not transmit the true beauty...

So sorry, so unconfortable...
the first stare was an invitation...
hello & goodbye...so long...
Goodbye hello, hello...and so on...

You are not a a painless moment...
you are free to walkabout these lines and limits...
you are not encased in plaster and attached to wires anymore...

Your eyes are real, you smell adictive...
those eyes that bind a stare on such a pretty face...

Take me to where you're always magical...
where there's no looking back...

Set in front of inocent bystanders...
who only caught a glimpse of what we had, have and will have...

Are you finally jelous, funny girl...
you skip this last step...
to look at the big picture...