I Want...
I want a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. A heart that stands-it's a sign- metaphorically by mine. A hand I can hold while we walk down the road in the day time. Or the night time.
A hug to comfort me, and a hug to take your mind off things. A text in the mornings, just to tell you that you're pretty pretty, pretty beautiful in fact. Inside and out. You're exquisite, to be exact.
I want the silences that are comfortable, and the ease that we could speak, if we wanted to, about anything under the sun, the moon... The stars in the sky- and I'd get one for you, if that's what you'd like, or I'd pretend I did, and we'd laugh about that. Then we'd lie on the grass, as if we're on strike, and watch cumulus clouds pass us by.
I want noses touching under sheets, and fingertips brushing in tune with heart beats- and we are pathetic, but we're happy right? And that's all that matters, my dear, we're alright.
But you don't exist- or how could I resist? No, you don't exist, and I'm alone tonight.
... or... Forever Alone.
