Watching you write
Gives me a feeling of delight
Doing what you're passionate about
While I look afar
Wanting to know just who you are
When I'm with you
I'm not asking for attention
But I love affection
Although I can't write like you,
You are something I expire too
Writing, prompts of stories you drew
And I'm watching, and thinking of you
Although I couldn't ask
When you did, like a swig of a flask
I was drunk by your words
And as high as the birds
It's an inside joke, the "Swedish Death Metal" thing is.
I would love constructive criticism.