Butter.

'Twas a sunny day

when I started to melt

and liquified my way

into a yellow pool, that felt

small.

Thoughts were at idle play

in my big boring head.

So I picked up a blade

and to myself said,

"I'll make myself a pool;

a small shock of red

and we can finger paint,

my love

quietly as i butter my bread."

So paint me a heart

or paint me a rose.

I'll blow you a little kiss

and sleep for evermore.

Of love and hope.

Do you know about the things I could do?
I’d make a bridge and walk over to you.
Cardboard planes don’t work for us
So I guess I’ll walk, thank you very much
Across the bridge I make.
Maybe I’ll run. I don’t want to be too late
To touch your face, to see you smile.
I’ve been waiting a long, long while.

But if God were to send me a hurricane
I’d topple over and break my bones.
Why don’t we say I meet you half way?
That way I’ll still be warm when I go cold

Knowing you were coming for me.