rosetta

i creep up the wall into your garden, i'm bruised from the fall, you're there on the stairs, drinking your chardonay in blue underwear, you and your eyes light the darkest room, in the darkest house, and nobody else can call you theirs, this tiara is yours, you must have lost it when, you fell from the stars, lead me by the hand, take me beneath the waves, to your atlantis sand, you and your eyes light the darkest room, in the darkest house, and nobody else can call you theirs, stay just as you are, you're the nearest thing i have to art, and all the colours you have, are stuck in the chemicals of this photograph