You're the first buds of spring springing up from beneath the melting snow
You're the graffiti on the walls of the alley
and You're the respirator mask the painter wears
You're the pac man ghost plastered everywhere in the school
You're the old turntables
And you're the record of Blue Swede vinyl record
You're the drummer in a alternative rock band
You're the sock monkey that I keep in my bed
You're the music that I listen to to drown out the sounds of reality
You're the mysterious, charming figure in my dreams
You're the silver coin I keep with me for good luck
You're the teddy bear I keep on my desk
You're the stranger I want to get to know
You're the grey sweatshirt I wear to bed
You're the tangy sound of the steel strings on an acoustic guitar
You're the intense riff played on an electric guitar
You're the root beer can I press to my lips as I write this
You're the light of the burning candle besides my bed
You're the warmth from the fire as the night air chills my skin
You're the warm embrace of the blanket around me
You're the perfect one for me
At least, that's what it seems.
YOU ARE READING
Escaped Thoughts
RandomWhat if All I ever wanted Was to be someone worthy Of you They escaped the chains and locks of my mind and found their way into this book as words.
