To: You from LETTER
I apologize if this the wrong time…
But I’ve been waiting for your heart, like it’s a long line…
And I been waiting for my part, just in the wrong line…
And trust me I’ve been acting right, just had the wrong lines…
…
I want you to be the heart of me… The start of me…
Pardon me…
If I’m hard to be…
With…
Hard to see with…
Hard to eat with…
Hard to sleep with…
But you,
See you soften me…
It often seems…
That I’m lost in things that are brought to me by others who don’t even know my dreams…
But you know my dreams…
Because you know yourself…
And you are my dream…
You are my feen…
You are my sing…
And yes I said sing, not song because you are more than words, but you are the beautiful action that makes me tingle inside…
And your indescribable manifestation creates waves that sound barriers can’t hide…
Do you feel me… yet
I do treasure you… yes
I guess…
I felt the need to want you, and now I want to need you…
Meet you…
See you…
Keep you…
Eat you…
Feed you…
Teach you…
Touch you…
Hold you…
Mold you…
Grow old with you…
And someday say, “I told you”…
That you’d be mine forever, if I ever got to know you…
So just, notice me…