I don’t want to be your maybe
Or an option, or a temporary distraction
I want to be your everything
I want to be your first thought in the morning
Your last thought before you dream
I want to be your dream
I want to be what you think of when you see
A breathtaking sunrise
A field of wildflowers
I want you to think of me when you come home
I want to be your home
I want to be your peace
I want to be the first person you tell about everything
The good, the bad, the ugly, all of it
I want you to want me around forever
I want to be your forever