I want to be the flush of cheeks when someone is embarrased
I want to be the unspoken words of the one who just can't say how he feels
I want to be the menagerie of butterflies that swarm in the stomach of the unconfident
I want to be the thought that says **** it in the mind of the one finally takes the next step
I want to be the pen that writes word that no on will ever see
I want to be the uplifting rush of a new romance
I want to be the tender kiss of lovers
I want to be the embrace that says everything is going to be ok
I want to be the goosebumps on the back of the neck of the gently caressed
I want to be the feeling of when you reach out for a body at night and find it there to hold
I want to be the keys on a piano that make the sound of love
I want to be the slient scream of the broken hearted
I want to be the tear that falls the unending distance from face to floor
I want to be the heart beat of the slowly dying
I want to be-