Found

Cover your eyes 

and count to hundred... and nine! 

Belly full of butterflies 

I sneak away into the night. 

Hopeful, careless, 

making haste. 

I'll scout the woods 

to find the perfect place; 

under the shadows I wait. 

Breathe me in, 

look for me. 

We all want to be found by someone. 

Breathe me in, 

say my name. 

We all want to be in someone’s poems. 

My heart's beating loud, 

it's selling me out; 

in its own peculiar way 

it's calling out your name. 

Oh, I feel you 

drawing near. 

Stars will ignite the sky 

to make us see 

that every answer lies here.

Breathe me in, 

look for me. 

We all want to be found by someone. 

Breathe me in, 

say my name. 

We all want to be in someone’s poems.