I Wanna Be
I wanna be the paper on which she writes. Not just any paper,
I wanna be the paper on which she writes her dreams, her fears, her hopes. Every word, every curve of a letter, a part of me. I wanna feel the rigidity of the pen against my skin, the way her thoughts become mine.
I wanna be the flower she plucks. Not just any flower, but I wanna be the flower. The one she notices in a sea of green, the one she reaches for with a smile on her face.
I want her to see me, touch me, as if I’m her part.
I wanna be the pillow she hugs. Not just any pillow, but the one that cradles her head and soothes her worries away. I want to be her comfort, her peace.
I wanna be the star she points at night. Not just any star,the one she looks up to when the world gets too heavy, when the night sky wraps around her like a comforting blanket. I want her to look up at as if I’m her serenade.
I wanna be the journal that holds her secrets. Not just any journal, but the one she trusts with her vulnerabilities,her blues,her triumphs,her defeats,her deepest thoughts. I want to be her confidant, her keeper of secrets.
I wanna be the missing piece of her puzzle, the color in her monochrome world.I wanna be everything she loves. Every touch, every sight, every feeling.
Is that too much to ask?
#dream #love
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