I want something to write love songs about.
Nothing big, no fireworks.
Just, nice.

I want something all my own.
Not a cat or dress,
I don't think you can touch it.
But, I think I need i t.

I want to run away.
But, not too far.
How far is too far?
I don't even know.

I want to be happy.
Wait, I am!
Usually.
Sometimes.
Not really actually.
Maybe it comes with age.

I want...
I want?
I don't know what I want.

It could have been an indie flick,
The kind that makes those hipsters tick.
Her eyes, that look…
The way I shook.
Like something out of a cult loved book.
Smell of roses,
She walked right by.
I should have done more than catch her eye.