You left when you stayed on my mind. I could reach you telekineticly.
I wanted to spend time in your mind.
Subliminal messages trashed as spam resurfaced.
The image of a good time.
Make some plans.
Be the standing room only.
I desire to be the image of a man you have across the palette of your hearts paintbrush.
I lay in your thoughts.
Don’t sleep on this man!
Rise to see the sunset.