Let's not go down memory lane
For we may not come back sober
But drunk with pain we caused each other
And things will be back to the first squre
Of the entire grid that we have crossed
Or rather somehow,just stumbled across
To stand in this square, together,once again.

Let's not fight,cause it felt nice
Talking to you once again tonight
All of a sudden I wish to hold you tight
And be the source and sink of each others strength
Dare to tell me you do not feel the same ?

Let's not be teens,for we were fools back then
You physical and me emotional
Maybe our grown up depression was meant
To bring us on the same page
But here on let us just be kids
Frolicking in the sun
Falling on the grass
Drinking the rain
And licking our hands
Tasting all the fun we ever had
Relishing those flavours once again!

Indulging myself in the idea of you
Scrambling through my worried mind
For answers to prove if this is true
For ways to shift any doubts away from you

Anxious thoughts and quiet tears
Thoughts as ever-changing as the leaves
I allow chaos to feed on my past fears
I fabricate lies and lose sight of lost years

Words drip from your pure lips
Oh, how you pour your soul out with such ease
And dear god your persistence is hopeful
And your words are terribly intriguing

Every being alive stood still
As you instilled a burning image in every mind
All were captured by your essence
Our drunken words became utterly entwined

Street lights and late nights
I began to lose control just to feel whole
Long walks and tired limbs
You unknowingly obtained control

Scattered memories dance swiftly
Just like the smoke that surrounds me
Chains are shattered and we are free
Together washing up on the shore of an unknown sea

|s.s|

There was a time,
A year into the future,
when we used to frolic and dance in the sand.
Usually, I don't like beaches,
I hate large crowds,
Hate 'em hate 'em
and I will 'till pigs fly.
Sometimes I think I'm not like the others
even though I desperately wish to be.
I'd like to donate my shoe collection
to the Salvation Army, or Goodwill,
for them to be put to better use
instead of sitting unused
surrounded by crumpled tissues and overdue books.
Or I could build a time capsule
to be opened the next century.
Hopefully the future Ebenezer Scrooge
finds the Ghost of Frolicking Past
and actually learns to enjoy beaches.