I want

I want a boy made of wild hair and lightning

Frosty fingers and a smile like morning.

I want to drive; wild, windy and unknown

The growl of the engine, my only home.

I want tattoos; ink bleeding over me; a total work of art

People adore art; now me too; I give their heart a jump-start

I want to be thin, small and light on my feet

I'll be fast and quick and hide beneath the seat.

I want to be lovely, just for you

Give a reason to love me like you do

I want what can not be.

I want what I do not need.