Not sure why you show up in my dreams
when you don't think of me.
your highlights aren't even something I like.

But you sing,
And you write,
And sometimes you hold me in your arms.
I get to look up at you and feel butterflies.
But if I feel it, can't you feel it too?
a hand is your cuff -
without an instant reach, I know you've had enough.
i stop myself from giving you more.

Do you think that's all I can give?
Because it's not.
I have laughs buckled that I don't share.
Afraid you'll think I'm too deep in your eyes.
But I want to go somewhere, there.

I feel as if I know you more than I do.
I reckon you could give your all to me
and it would cost you nothing.
As all I need is your acceptance of who I am,
To let you in.