There’s something about the way you say it
That makes your praises the only words
worth
hearing.

There’s something about the way you do it
That makes the room shut down;
only you
and me.

It’s not a heartache or a headache or a tizzy or even a trip- unless you’re a drug;
I guess I’m addicted.
If only I could crush your essence up and
push you
into my bloodstream
‘cause I need you like a fix.
You’re the one I think about when I lie awake at night;
When insomnia makes the moon spin
and water in my glass turn to gold-
swallowing melted moonlight like it’ll cure the darkness-
Light me up, glow-worm.
Shimmer for me; basking in vanilla essence.