I want a hand to cradle mine
I crave soft lips against my own
I long to rest my head on a shoulder
I wish to feel something other than alone

However
Another's hand doesn't seem quite right
The other boys lips just don't do
It seems like I only want one set of hands, lips, and shoulders,
Those that belong to you.

Don't be sad, there's a million other things to be.

And no, I don't like who you are now.
Simply because you're everything you said you'd never be.
You've forgotten everyone you've ever loved,
and most of all, you forgot about me.

There is a reason
you were born
in this time and
at this place
and do not stop
(like most)
until you find it.

I don't know what to say
And I'm not sure what to do
But I know what I want
What I want is you.

Maybe it doesn't matter
If my life is a long or successful one
As long as I was happy and loved
I'll be content when my time has come