I want to read everything that is on your mind
fill my veins with your adrenaline rush
I want your fingers to fill every space
and help me pave a new feeling or two.
I want to write what is on my mind
and not worry about what will and wont rhyme
I wish I was better at painting, though
nothing ever gets finished, just lies in a pile, awaiting fate.
I don't want to be scared of the road I am walking
the company is rather enticing
I don't have to look back over my shoulder
I just aim my gaze up
and fall into your eyes.
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