Watching by the little window,
I see those kids, I  see those pups,
Playing ,joking, running around
Giggling ,laughing ,on a merry go round
So much!  i envy ,seeing them laugh as they play,
So much ! i hate, that i was once as happy as they,
So much ! i cry ,i cant go back to those happy days
So much!  i scream, i cant run ,i cant play,
So much !So much! Just So much!
I beg ,I shout ,I scream as I say,
Take me away !Take me away!
I miss those days ,i miss those nights,
I miss the sun with its morning light,
I miss the birds ,I miss the skies,
I miss those stars ,I miss the moon,
Humming and dancing with those lullaby tunes,
I miss so much! Just so much!
I beg ,I shout ,I scream as I say,
Take me away !Take me away!
OH! how i used to wish and pray,
I would Grow up and I would say,
The money ,The house ,The cars i want ,
Its all i want! Its all i want!
I pity those innocent prays,
I wish I would go back and say,
Do not say! Do not say!
As God hears only a Child's pray,
I beg so much !Just so much!
I beg ,I shout, I scream as I say,
Take me away !Take me away!
I still hear those laughters and sounds
The winds whispers the rain weeps
Remember those days! Remember those days!
I still wish, I still cry,
I still hope, I still pry,
Child O' Child where are you!
Child O' Child are you lost!
Child O' Child dont run away! dont run away!
I cry too much ,Just so much!
I beg, I shout ,I scream as I say,
Take me away !Take me away!
                       __tsuki no ume

Sometimes with watery eyes,
Sometimes with contained sighs,
Sometimes with deceitful what-ifs,

Sometimes in late shifts,
Sometimes in mood swings,
Sometimes in life’s sweet plot-twists,

but always—always—
thinking of you.

Faint hums,
Of notes once cherished.
Distant murmers,
Of young faces I used to know.

Soft, red lips
Grazing my forehead.
Lyrics melting.
Into my delicate skin.

A beautiful song,
Tugging the strings of my heart.
And playing my every breath,
Like an instrument.

It breaks through
The haze of age,
And the years of new memories
That have formed in my mind.

Reminding me of the tune
That put me to sleep every night.
Sung by that gentle voice,
That I hold dear to my heart.

I blink my watery eyes open.
It’s freezing cold — needles piercing through my skin.
I see her smile, wrinkles adoring her face;
She takes my hand and tilts my chin.

We had home and I feel unspoken.
The lights, like sprinkles, shine in my eyes
I think I am in my birthplace, my dream space,
There are people around; they do not disguise.

They are my people and we are not broken.
I start to cry looking at the snow —
This isn’t true. It was once a real place
But now it’s just a constant dream; a sideshow.

I bleached my hair blonde chasing a version of me that no longer existed,

And was disappointed when I didn't become her.