He’s the purest form of love. The kind of love that you can only dream of. When you’re best friends, yet also lovers and nothing is expected from either of you. He’s like a sunrise – he always brightens up the dark. Every fear, every insecurity you have, he finds beauty in it and it makes you fall in love with him even more. You look at him knowing that he’s not going anywhere, no matter how often you create scenarios in your head that he will. When he says he loves you, you know that he means it, cause he’d never tell you a lie or say something he doesn’t mean. He’s honest and kind; he makes sure you always know your worth. There is not a single shallow bone in his body. Everything is taken into consideration; all of your feelings and words and doubts, he considers it all. And he knows you better than you think you know yourself – he knows you better than most people, actually. He’s my person and I’m his.
She stretches her arms out stares up at the sky, wishing for the wings that could teach her to fly, She’s trapped on the earth here, feet tied to the ground, the forces of gravity, keep pushing her down. To the world shes one person, to one person, the world. She wants to be an angel, but shes only a girl. And though shes lifes puppet, she’ll break all the strings, but for now shes just dreaming, of earning her wings.
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind. And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll. And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.