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.