I don't want anymore of those
"Good smelling, I'll flirt and leave."
kind of guys.
I want a guy,
who can call me beautiful
to my face,
not just in a text.
I want a guy,
who can tae the lyrics out of a love song,
and wrap them around me like a blanket.
I want that guy,
to be here.
But that guy,
he's too perfect.
He's hiding in the shadows,
lurking,
not wanting to waste his love,
on some girl who will just throw it away.
But me,
I wouldn't throw it away.
I'd take it for granted.
I'd show him off to the world.
But him,
that unknown guy,
that I seem to endlessly dream about
the one I want to love with all of my heart.
He's only alive here,
on this piece of paper.
And in my heart,
and in my mind.