I was so profoundly moved by the words
you managed to produce
In that beautifully-crafted mind of yours
They may as well been scripted
To just my personal delight

If I were to follow the plot line
Will the ending be happy ? Will it be sad?
The only thing I can predict by now:
My heart at your reach,
My soul in your hands

You found your way into my mind
Now I randomly text you
at 2 am
and you are okay with that,
slowly melting my stance.
You’re dangerously getting closer
To my heart.

I got the frames,
not the pictures
Got a whole life, just waiting
For its beginning.

He was just a draft,
Yes, a really good one,
But still, a draft.
What can I say?
I want the real thing,
I wasn’t settling for that.