From the start, and up until the end there are other sides we haven’t quite managed. There are changes, a transfer of challenges we haven’t quite seen just yet, we’re too busy to notice just how quiet life can truly get. There’s nothing wrong with starting from the middle, there’s still so much more we haven’t quite seen. She’s centerfold pretty, love is a compromised promise let me break this down for you. Most can’t commit, I bet I could love you better from those over there. Tonight with all the stars, that’s what you promised. I swear you swore, if I learned to paint you’d love every image. It’s strange here we are, stuck in two different worlds with no room to move, it’s fucked up thinking of you there. You and your beautiful pictures, don’t forget, I’m the one who taught you how to properly set the aperture. I’m the one who held you, just slightly out of focus from the start and up until the end there are other stories we haven’t quite said. I could go on showing tiny kisses, the kind, we haven’t quite perfected because we’re still pretty flawed. Divine intervention I take the lights away, you stop sharing images. Time stops and settles I last an hour before I blind you and you send a shower photograph.