A word like 'vision' doesn't paint the essay I could write about you.
I want to lie in bed with you forever. I want to hear those daring words in your quiet eyes. And that smile, that possessing smile stamped on my eyelids. Morning will always come too soon with you.
I could question how many times I've fallen in love with a picture and a frame, but it's not about me now, baby, it's about you. It's always been about you. It'll always be about you.
I want you like the buttery moon chases the sun. I want you like the omelet needs the egg. Put gear to my cog, let's float under oceans, let's sit over skies.
Let's wake up in a dreamscape together.
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