Fleeting Happiness

I want to tell you everything I think about you but sometimes I can’t instead the words stick to the inside of my mind there’s a secret little door and that’s where they lurk behind desperately waiting to be freed and float through the ears to the person in need they are beautiful thoughts full of heat for they are intended to be light and sweet to bring that aesthetic smile to your lips while you grasp me and pull me close at the hips that’s when the words start to break down the door all that they want is to let you know you’re adored let you know you’re the moonlight that dances that shines down and enhances for nothing is quite as lovely as you are when you wish upon that shooting star