I want words written on me.
I want your words.
Our words.
My words.
Sure words.

I want to be like a book.
Open for you or read.
I want to have my story written down my back.
I want you to know me.

I want bed time stories.
I want anticipation.
I want weekends.
I want to hear you smile.
I want us to try something new.
I want to try...
That's all that matters.
And these words.

That I want written on my back.
All over me.
Describing me.
These words.
Your words.
Our words.
My words.