This is what i want.
I want that guy who hears a cheesy love song on the radio and thinks of me.
I want that guy who serenades me with those cheesy love songs. [*cough*RedJumpsuitApparatus*cough*YourGuardianAngel*cough*]
I want that guy who gets a goofy grin on his face 'cause i said something ridiculously stupid, as i do all too often, 'cause he thinks it's cute.
I want that guy who sings along with me to the songs on the radio.
I want that guy who will go to concerts with me and protect me in the mosh pit.
I want that guy who will dance crazy with me in the gas station.
I want that guy who will be content just laying in bed, holding me and talking about everything and nothing.
I want that guy whose love is worth more than anything on this planet.
I want that guy who thinks the same thing about me.
I want that guy who, when i'm upset, kisses me and tells me it's going to be ok.
There's so much more.
Angel!: If there were a place we didn't know of, and there,
on some unsayable carpet, lovers displayed
what they could never bring to mastery here - the bold
exploits of their high-flying hearts,
their towers of pleasure, their ladders
that have long since beenstanding where there was no ground,
leaning
just on each other, trembling, - and could master all this,
before the surrounding spectators, the innumerable soundless dead:
Would these, then, throw down their final, forever saved-up,
forever hidden, unknown to us, eternally valid
coins of happiness before the at last
genuinely smiling pair on the gratified
carpet?
I want that guy who serenades me with those cheesy love songs. [*cough*RedJumpsuitApparatus*cough*YourGuardianAngel*cough*]
I want that guy who gets a goofy grin on his face 'cause i said something ridiculously stupid, as i do all too often, 'cause he thinks it's cute.
I want that guy who sings along with me to the songs on the radio.
I want that guy who will go to concerts with me and protect me in the mosh pit.
I want that guy who will dance crazy with me in the gas station.
I want that guy who will be content just laying in bed, holding me and talking about everything and nothing.
I want that guy whose love is worth more than anything on this planet.
I want that guy who thinks the same thing about me.
I want that guy who, when i'm upset, kisses me and tells me it's going to be ok.
There's so much more.
Angel!: If there were a place we didn't know of, and there,
on some unsayable carpet, lovers displayed
what they could never bring to mastery here - the bold
exploits of their high-flying hearts,
their towers of pleasure, their ladders
that have long since beenstanding where there was no ground,
leaning
just on each other, trembling, - and could master all this,
before the surrounding spectators, the innumerable soundless dead:
Would these, then, throw down their final, forever saved-up,
forever hidden, unknown to us, eternally valid
coins of happiness before the at last
genuinely smiling pair on the gratified
carpet?