Standards

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Here is the thing
I don't want all the bling
No I want a heart
Something that won't ever part

Something that stays with me
And allows me to just be
That won't mind what I see
That sometimes infuriates me

Yes my standards are high
Sure I dream to fly
No I can't touch the sky
Maybe I wonder why?

I'm looking for someone to take my hand
Someone not scared to stand
Someone to be brave
When safety is the thing I crave

Someone that helps up
Someone telling me to stop
Someone strong but gentle
Someone big but little

I want only so much
Not a craving or a touch
Just an emotion
That takes my life through the motion

I want one little thing called love
That is something so high above

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