fancy this,

I can't write well, but trust me, I can think. Underneath the under rated complexity of my scalp, lies a labyrinth of my thoughts. Try to perceive them but you'll get lost. Try to escape but the more you'll become disoriented. But you're an exception. I've pretty much given you a map to my thoughts.

I sit here, still looking for a key to get in yours. Is what I do; how I show it not enough? I've given you all of me; now, I want all of you. Give me a key to your thoughts and I promise our minds will intertwine in a frenzy of glee. Once upon a time; happily ever after.