I was wondering if I could
book a one way ticket
to your heart.
I’m looking for a place to call home
for most of the part.
But I think I have
a little too much baggage,
most of them serve as souvenirs
from all the times I’ve been damaged.
And I know there are a lot of people
who are carrying much less,
people who are not like me—
a work still in progress.
But darling please I am trying to
conquer my fear of heights,
just to be able to look
inside your eyes.
And closed spaces and I
have never gotten along in the past,
but I will try my hardest not to be aghast.
And when the plane finally lands, I bet
I'll get lost at every terminal and station
and I know there are other people who
have a much better sense of direction
but my love please listen I don’t care
if it takes me all day, I will find
some sort of way because in your heart
is where I plan to stay.