I guess you could say my poems have evolved a bit:
We paint pretty pictures.
And God knows these frames aren't big enough.
This is my personal Sistine Chapel.
We're running out of film,
and we've only started to capture footage.
It's alright because we have a supply of disposables.
This could be called a textbook love
but I think you're as pretty as the skies above.
And I'll always hope that you'll always know
That my love for you is as deep as the oceans below.
We paint pretty pictures.
And God knows these frames aren't big enough.
This is my personal Sistine Chapel.
We're running out of film,
and we've only started to capture footage.
It's alright because we have a supply of disposables.
This could be called a textbook love
but I think you're as pretty as the skies above.
And I'll always hope that you'll always know
That my love for you is as deep as the oceans below.