Crooked-7-Glasses

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