Twisted,
Though to you it may seem
This is my idea of love
My silly dream

Having someone to eat cheap fast food with
Arguing over the remote
Tell me I look pretty
Even when I don't

Someone to ask if I'm ok
When they know I'm feeling sick
And be understanding
On days when I'm a *****

He wouldn't have to like my mother
Hell, I barely do
Just look me in the eyes
And always tell the truth

Someone to hold my hair back
When I've had too much to drink
Take the time to listen
To the crazy things I think

Dance with me in the living room
Pick me up when I fall
And if it's not too much to ask
Answer, when I call

Someone to sing in the car with me
Who doesn't care I sound like a wailing cat
Stay up late at night and laugh with me
And when they leave, know they'll be back

Yes, twisted,
To you though it may seem
But that's my idea of love
My silliest of dreams:)


Happy.....Tuesday.