She reminds me of my books.
Her perfume is the new book smell,
her eyes are the cover that drew me,
her soul is the beauty I found within the pages.
She's the type of book that would make me sit and stare at the wall for hours,
the type of book that would put me in a slump knowing no other could ever replace it,
the type of book that I only picked up because of the pretty look, but turned my life around.
She reminds me of my books.
No matter how many I have,
there will always be that one that I could never forget.
And she will forever be that one.

One day I wish to leave this place behind,
I wish to feel the wind on the calming hills of Ireland,
I wish to walk on the old cobblestone paths of Germany,
I wish to see the beauty of the ruins of Greece,
I wish to leave this place behind,
not because it isn't pretty,
not because I want to get away from the people here,
because I have seen how people let the world limit themselves,
because I have seen teenage wishes fade away,
because I have been told "you only have one life" by people who live in regret,
I'm still a teenager but I'll always remember my "teenage wish" until I can make it a reality.

No matter the distance I go to deny the love I have for you,
with every step I take the rope tightens,
the more control you have over me as it draws me in,
we were detained to be,
so I guess I'll admit,
you make me feel alive,
I have issues when you're not here,
although I'll never admit it out loud,
I'll admit it here,
I'll always go back to the other end of the rope.