I want to fall for you
like the old days,
insomniac teenagers counting stars.
I want to lose my breath,
my speech to stutter
when I lay my eyes on you.
I want late nights lost,
looking for you in the stars,
looking for you in my dreams.
I want love songs in my ear,
playing on repeat,
soft melodies I know by heart.
I want to sing songs
etched on my heart
to a picture of you
creased in my wallet.
———
I want you. I do.
As much as you do.
I want love of birds—
free in their flight.
I want to soar in your love,
love of freedom.
I want a promise
to always be one.
I want your faith that I could
fight the world and win.
I don’t want love of reason—
not love of ration, but passion.
I don’t want love with rules,
where ‘you should,’ and ‘I should.’
I want you,
always near.
I want you, beside me.
———
I want to fall for you
like the old days,
insomniac teenagers counting stars.
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 8:38 PM UTC
I want to fall for you
like the old days,
insomniac teenagers counting stars.
I want to lose my breath,
my speech to stutter
when I lay my eyes on you.
I want late nights lost,
looking for you in the stars,
looking for you in my dreams.
I want love songs in my ear,
playing on repeat,
soft melodies I know by heart.
I want to sing songs
etched on my heart
to a picture of you
creased in my wallet.
———
I want you. I do.
As much as you do.
I want love of birds—
free in their flight.
I want to soar in your love,
love of freedom.
I want a promise
to always be one.
I want your faith that I could
fight the world and win.
I don’t want love of reason—
not love of ration, but passion.
I don’t want love with rules,
where ‘you should,’ and ‘I should.’
I want you,
always near.
I want you, beside me.
———
I want to fall for you
like the old days,
insomniac teenagers counting stars.
