Thinking back to when we were younger, We’d buy fizzy sweets and **** on them until our tongues burnt, Thinking back to when we were younger, When we knew exactly who we were, and where we belonged. When we were younger, We would turn dining room tables into submarines and palaces, When cardboard boxes could carry us to the moon and back,
Childhood is a warm, sweet syrup and its stickiness never truly washes away,
I see it in your face whenever our eyes meet and you just whisper “ run “, I see it when we were up to our knees in some muddy riverbank, Howling like wolves, Laughing like hyenas. I see it when we both see a log swing and share a knowing look,
Childhood is not some docile dandelion that in one swift breath is gone forever, So let’s be wild, Like in balmy summer afternoons when you’d turn on the cold sprinkler and we would dare each other to dance through it,
The world doesn’t need to exist for us, We exist in our own worlds.