Mind Museum

Transfixed by your voice In an illuminating encounter Pages softly turning As I stand before you encaptured He captivates me with these stunning stories About a few brothers from another chapter And I want you to be that One lovely message in my voicemail You burnt down the hour in late February I've dedicated a beautiful day dream to you I found a timeline in your words Now I'm strolling through your mind museum You're striking me as ageless and timeless Your words are so inviting Now I'm asking small talk questions like What do you like to read? Or do you prefer movies? He answers warmly I love your collection of memories Let's change the dialogue Direct it onto something infatuating I love how you think And the grace that falls from your lips Meet me in your mind museum What are your wildest dreams? Do you take cream in your coffee? Meet me in your mind museum He leans on the frame Processing an attachment to my name We're writing a fascinating script Ours is unwritten But I have romantic composition Filled with stunning stories I want our love to be so great it's in a Museum or ruin You love the work you do And the place that you live God, what's not to love You could be happy anywhere when You're a man like this Do you and your mom get along? What bad habit do you keep when you don't have control? Do you like thunder storms? Where do you refer to as home? What have you and heartbreak been through? Meet me in your mind museum I love how you think And the grace that falls from your lips Were your best years your coming of age? Did you go to college Or did you take on your own education? Do you keep things once they're broken? Do you have time for those you love, yourself, or others? What kind of person are you when the protests start and the lovers march? Where are you? Everywhere is his destination He remarks my interlocked hands As he talks about goin to the train station I wonder if he knows how to dance He navigates me And I find myself falling in love With all the wonder in him Your mind is beautiful The kindness you give, the postcards you send Attached to polaroid's of the city you're in Writing "wish you were here my love" Before you, I would have rather been alone He is a six hour flight The kind where you never get tired Cause the heights are so enticing We met miles away In different styles of change But the portrait you've made Has decorated my pain into a mosaic I love the way you've painted me The best version of myself I've ever seen Oh I believe in this Oh I believe in us Is your footprint a legacy or just another stain in the sand Washed away by waves and broken plans? Do you go after dreams or people? Do you see yourself as above or equal? Have your nightmares been broken? Have your daydreams awoken? He kisses me quietly We met in the art museum So meet me hand in hand Be my muse, be my man What is the religion you really implement? Do you believe in the stars alignment that I believe led us to this? Oh to this