I like handwritten letters And old paper back books I like walks downtown past old buildings With peeling paint and cracked side walks I like old sneakers with holes in them And soles that scrape the ground when you walk I like things with stories to tell
I like to meet people and talk about minimal things Things that won't matter to anyone else The things that cause their eyes to sparkle And make a smile tug at their lips I like to listen to their opinions The things they feel such passion for
Yet I do not like to stick around Never do I get close enough to touch No one makes it past the mask of sincerity Masterfully placed on my face Never do I let them breach the surface
I like to stay light and free Of hurt, pain, and complications And humans carry these things with them everywhere they go So once I've learned all I can about a person I move on to the next
And continue my journey of life
I like old fashioned romances Throwing rocks at windows And cool walks in the night holding hands I like good morning wishes and butterfly kisses I dream of embraces so close You can feel the trickle of their breath on your neck Their heartbeat involuntarily syncing with yours
I dream of these things These things I have longed to feel
I still get excited at the sight of a swing left vacant at a playground Or mini marshmallows in hot chocolate On bitter winter nights.