Talking to this blue lake,
Inside I see the blue sky,
Cast about are white clouds,
A midst them I see brown eyes.
Reflections paint a picture.
My best friend 's sitting next to me,
Fingering her swisher.
Indecisiveness has fallen.
I just want to kiss her.
The pieces fit perfectly,
So I added the missing one.
Leap of faith, I grabbed the stone,
Tossed it to the Lake of Lies.
The picture unfolded before me,
Ripples through the lake and highs.
I can't believe I saw this through
of course the picture wasn't right.
I never should have tossed that stone,
For now I see the inside
Of the picture perfect Lake
the depths of which I