Dream Life

 I want to know you. I want to hear about your interests,  Your favorite things, your problems, your thoughts. I want to see the pale blue of your eyes up close, glimmering as you speak softly and carelessly. I want to be the reason behind your smile, rendering me speechless as dimples appear upon your cheeks. I want to be the one to sing along to the radio with you, laughing as we try to hit all of the notes on key. I want to hold your hand, for hours upon hours, never letting go. I want to wake up to your raspy morning voice, watching as you wipe the sleep from your eyes. I want to be the one to touch your soft lips with mine, hearing your breath catch in your throat as you move closer. I want to run my hands through your soft hair, detangling the blond mess and smiling as you close your eyes. I want to be the one to hold you close late at night, when your demons come out to haunt you. I want to wipe your tears away, when the thoughts become too much to handle. I want to lay...

                                       Her eyes are blue Yours are brown Hers represents the ocean Yours represents the ground You've always hated your eyes And wished that they were blue But your eyes have a tint of gold So rare it must not be true So yes her eyes are blue And yes your eyes are brown But your eyes hold the riches That are buried in the ground Her eyes carry storms And rage like the sea Your eyes carry earthquakes That bring mountains to their knees Maybe her eyes are blue But your eyes reign queen Because they hold the purest riches The world has ever seen