With branches like arms,
like fingers holding on to leaves
tightly
eventually letting go.
With roots like veins,
like life lines tracing back
to hundreds of years ago.

As the seasons change
we change.

Like every other dreamer
I’m in love
with the idea
that I’m going to be
a star.

My head is killing me,
Or is it my heart?
or the fact that you take back
what you start?
Cut me open and bleed me dry
whilst I ponder the reason why
you led me on for so long,
you made me believe.
I wish I was strong,
strong enough to walk away,
but I was stupid and I wanted to stay.

I don’t know what to say
Or I do, but I’m too shy to say it.
(May I kiss you?
May I kiss you?)
And even if we sit and stare at our feet through awkward silences
there is nowhere else I’d rather be
because I like your company.
(May I kiss you?
May I kiss you?)
I wish I could read your mind,
You laugh at my silly, little jokes just to be kind.
(May I kiss you?
May I kiss you?)
You’re too cute to ignore,
now I’m left wanting so much more.
(May I kiss you?
May I kiss you?)

Do you want romance?
because I feel like giving my heart away,
so today I stole these words in a desperate plea
to free you
from her,
I am nothing like her.
For example,
I said: roses are red,
Violets are blue
And let’s not forget those three words:
I, love, you.
I love you.