Blue Prints

Frames sit steady on the shore 

Empty spaces fill today 

Architect hands placed firmly 

Around 

Your eyes 

Reaching deep inside 

Held with so many regrets 

Pacing fast 

With one last breath 

Catch me if you can 

House sits 

Empty 

Blue print hands 

I have the paper 

I have the pen 

Let me burn old pages 

Bonnie and Clyde she said