take my hand, i’m dying to take yours. i’ll plan innocent adventures and i’ll kiss you on the cheek. i’ll remember everything you like and wonder about all the things i want to tell you. i’ll write you an ongoing letter and one day i’ll give it to you, all of it, my whole heart wrapped up in pencil and recycled paper. maybe a piece of stone and some sleek metal slipped in there are well. i bleed rainbow emotions and penciled words and i’ll cover the pages with them, and i can’t wait to give them to you.
because i know, i know i know, you feel it too. somewhere in there. and that’s all i need.