When I saw you last night, you looked like a superstar. I want to capture you on camera and take a flick. Want to take a picture, keep it under lock and key.
I wish you'd hold your stage, with an open mind, to see and be what you want and what you need. If you stepped into my head, would you still know me? I can't let you go, my little girl, because you're holding up my world.
Sometimes you love it, sometimes you don't, but then you let it go. You move in closer, and I can feel you breathe. It's like the world disappears when you're around me. I live on raw emotion, and would bleed to make you happy.
There may not be another way to your heart, so I shiver when I hear your name, and I think about you but its not the same. I can feel your heart begin to race, when my suggestion falls into place.
I want you to see, that it's not only me. It's simply a part within a solution. It's a work in progress, that in theory should matter less. A random scribble of idea woven into a readable form. It's time consuming and warrants little attention, and gets it. It's here now.
It's here now.
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