Madness or Melody?

So what if it's nothing? So what if I just want to wish? Some parts of your smile, I still never miss out on. There's a lift in your eyes, keeps me on par with the surprises in your words, slurred or sanely spoken. Speak with the tokens that will raise me up, towards a sky we can construct (hopefully together), Even if apart is how it starts. Lost in my art of always framing your eyes, keep track of my lies so I can confess them. Process is directed with, short intermittent sentences. Creating perfection.