Guilty pleasure

 

Swirling on my toes while we're dancing in a snowglobe

Made me wanna wonder how I'd feel if it was true love.

Cinematic flashbacks in the background of the scene

Everybody looks like you when I walk on the street.

And there are oh, so many things, I would tell you now

And so many you could tell me when you see me down

You'd tell me how pretty I am behind the sunset.

I'd tell you how I want you in all the ways I can't.

So tell me how you feel, not only in my wildest dreams 

Tell me how you'd whisper your love in my ears 

Tell me what I wanna hear, but not chocolate covered words 

If I wake up next to you, I'd have made the best of both worlds.

You make uncertainty so pretty, tell me all these things and more 

Without reading too much into it or feeling insecure. 

Felt like in a teenage movie, made my heart skip up two beats.

One day you'd continue my verse, meanwhile dropping all the hints.

They'd be wondering again who my poems are about

Second guessing all the options and mixed signals with some doubt,

But they'd never find you, I keep you hidden as my treasure.

Directing scenarios has always been my guilty pleasure

And writing innocent poems with a little bit of action.

I love combining fiction with a little bit of truth

Adds a little extra something to enjoying my own youth.