He's just the little boy in the picture book of my mind.
With his imperfections creating nothing but perfections.
His past is never known.
Lost in a world of fame & glory
but no love reach his lips.
I care for him from afar
It hurts me so to see his tears roll down.
In his eyes is so much more than glitter.
There is a warm summer day waiting to escape.
Our time & age pulls us apart.
But I know he's still with me.
In my heart.
We might meet in another life, maybe.
Pretty picture book boy, oh when you smile...
Everything is OK...if only for awhile..
