In Focus

In the darkroom of my mind, your photo still develops A snapshot of you sears my brain Fighting so hard to let it go The artist within me cannot fathom the idea of letting go of a muse so beautiful I found beauty in a place where it's least seen I saw it in you, in golden moments unseen I still seek it in you, though it's hard to find Replaying memories where your eyes shine warm and kind But your icy blue eyes freeze me out For you, I become colder and colder Through this, I still always pick up the paintbrush And paint your eyes looking back at me warmly