what i wouldnt give for a little time machine
something that whizzed and buzzed and hummed
that swept me back into your arms
a little ship that slips through the cracks
between the days on the calendar upon my wall
a sweet little rhyme that turns back the clock
a word or ten giving me back the time i lost

what i wouldnt give for a little time machine
a chance to hear you, a chance to feel it all again,
maybe to say some different things
or perhaps not to have said anything at all.

that loathsome friend envy,
it fills me to the brim as i watch
the girls who flit from boy to boy
easily going with the flow
they've no adherent, they've no strings
compliments and physicality and dates have no weight
ten thousand vaults, ten thousand walls
their hearts are kept safe

but me? no, im not that at all
i dont fall, i plunge, topple, and drop
my love knows no shallow waters
its twenty thousand leagues or none for me
every glance and flattery and embrace is inscribed
my heart becomes a masterpiece authored by you

so dont come to my heart, knocking with care
dont sweep me up with the clouds at our feet
dont listen or laugh or linger or lure
if you dont intend on plunging with me,
twenty thousand leagues under the sea

he calls me beautiful
sweet and attractive
he tugs at my heartstrings
he sighs and he holds tightly

my heart is pounding, there's not enough oxygen
thin air getting the best of me


but then he back pedals
he seems reluctant and wary

where did those words go
where are my "i miss you"s, my "i wish you were here"s
vanished, thin air has the upper hand

sweet, slender, beautiful
the words he picks from the meadow
carefully and purposefully wrapping them in paper
he carries them to the doorstep of my heart
lays them softly on the mat
and knocks on the door

the paint is crisp, the knocker untouched until now
the whole house wakes, the sound reverberating throughout
i scoop up the flowers, arrange them in a vase
place them in the biggest room with the most light,
only the best for my treasure, my first bouquet