Beautiful nightmares,
the dreams of logos on my shirt
-more like holes to aim at my heart
And I must of had a bold kind of thought,
when I let you cut all of my hair that night
So funny how I used to think of suicide,
but it must be a crime at your place,- I'll sue that side
And so ironically, I would love to die by your side.

I'll feed on your food for thought,
a staple meal; as I'm hooked on you
Pinned to your worth, with a tight staple,
balancing in between the time of keeping a relationship stable.

"I love you utterly more than the words to utter,"
are the words I'd enjoy to say, but do pray tell
Cos I know you can read about love, but could you spell,
the words of the charm it takes, of the magic of a love spell.

                        I know I'm not in love, but I'd like to be.