I miss the way it felt to be free
And the way it felt to hold your hand 
I miss the dark nights full of bright lights 
And our toes buried deep in sand 

I miss the way we used to sing along
To songs we hardly knew 
And I miss the way we’d fill our lungs and cups 
And swim in pools of blue 

But seasons change
And leaves, they change 
And we have changed 
And things are no...

My skin melts away 
When I am held in your warm embrace,
Like a candle lit by orange flame.

I am stripped to tired bones and a beating heart 
That can now finally rest.

You speak to me in a language
Only I can understand,
And yet your eyes say
More to me than your tongue ever could. 

And for this, I am thankful.
To speak though the bats of eyelashes and the beats of hearts mean more to me...

I saw your face in my alphabet soup.
The letters spelt your name.
I haven’t had this since you’ve left. 
It doesn’t quite taste the same.

I miss the way it felt to be free
And the way it felt to hold your hand 
I miss the dark nights full of bright lights 
And our toes buried deep in sand 

I miss the way we used to sing along
To songs we hardly knew 
And I miss the way we’d fill our lungs and cups 
And swim in pools of blue 

But seasons change
And leaves, they change 
And we have changed 
And things are no...

I wish the world was kinder, 
And slightly more accommodating, 
And I wish food always tasted as good as it looked,
Or in some cases, looked as good as it tasted.

I wish there were more hours in a day, 
Years in a life,
Stars in the sky.

I wish I could burn like the sun,
And glow like the moon,
Rock like a sailboat on the ocean.

I wish fish could talk,
And birds would sing, 
In a language...

Sometimes I wish,
To cease just to exist,
To be thrown into
The sandpit Of time.
To just sink to the ground,
Of this earth that was found,
By aliens, or gods,
Long ago.