I want to wrap you up in yesterdays news like fish and chips,
Spending late nights tangled up in seaweed
On a shore that will never be the same
As tomorrow or the one before.

We are a sketchpad swing set.
You push and I keep coming back,
Drawn to you with a force I don’t understand,
You have shades in you I’ll never quite get.
You have seasons in your smile I want to forget.
But even if you push me towards the stars
I’ll always return with the brightest one,
And open arms.