Picture this,
Every time I lay in bed,
I turn my head and see,
the picture of you and me
in black and white inks
My heart just sinks to the bottom of my stomach.
Thinking of you,
I get butterflies when the phone rings.
Hoping it would be you, just this once.
Picture this,
in the photograph of you and me,
in black and white inks,
there sits you and me,
under a tree,
cuddling like there is no tomorrow.
