Behind Her Keyboard

I'm falling, Like the bangs on her forehead And when she blows it up It's me that's being blown away Such pure white skin, I can't resist To near a reasonable distance Enough to see her deep in her soul Enough to muster a normal conversation Because to me she is A star in broad daylight A nightingale in chaos fields A butterfly in my garden of thoughts Blurry it may as I do this Yet this is my only way of expression How one day I hope she reads this As I type behind her keyboard