Rent me a place in your childhood,
I wish to witness your life
Take form as you grow
Old as you are now,
And I want to hold you tight
After every little fight
You had with life
Trying to figure out
Why some things never panned out
When they worked out in your head.
Why love was a meaningless toy
To play with
When your player was your plaything,
Who has waited for you all his life?
I wish to sneak in
Your moments of win
To celebrate your smile
And pure instances of bliss –
I cannot have them enough.
The places you had painted,
Countless hours of attention,
I want all of them to be proclaimed mine,
And more nights to see you sleep,
I want to sing lullabies so deep,
To prepare you for another slumber,
And then for every waking breath
That would bring you closer to me,
I thank them for getting you here.
I want to be a piece of your habits,
So you chant me every day,
And I get woven in your beads
Of cravings that you savour with relish.
I want to be your pomp,
You’d have needed in a romp
To brag your victory
Even in defeat.
Would love to sing a song,
That you always dreamt along
And would find reasons to live,
In the notes of your sound.
To understand the whim
That piques your vein,
But to not change a thing
For every shade celebrates
Your very existence.