i want ideas to fall from every pore on my face
i want my split ends to be riddled with quotes
i want my broken nails covered in gold
i want my cracked broken lips healed with cement
i want my harsh voiced laced with silk
i want my notebook to overflow
i want my lungs to work and my heart to pump
i want my fragile brain to be built with steel
i want to hold hands
let my icy fingers intertwine with some ones
i want to feel
just once more