Bubble bath delight for my small, sick body
Hands smelling of playdough and perfume
Sink further with me, down into this dark abyss, in which we might find where our souls once laughed
Back to the bright colors, and the breeze that smelt so kind and caring, with no way to tell what kind of pain we are all sharing in this exact time and place. Let's wonder away
Past the old playgrounds who's swings would always sing a haunting tune.
Past our backyards filled with soft holes dug up by our desire to find a pirates treasure.
Past the sky and sprinklers we would spray each other with.
Back to where our rubber duckies got bathed.
Take me away, and remind my selfish desires what we took for granted and shall never have again
Let me have my small, soft hands back, give me my old princess chair.
I want to play grocery store with the plastic plates and wares.
My hands smell no longer of playdough and perfume,
But of makeup and money and things I must do.
No longer do I wish to be a big kid and do what I am told.
No longer do I stay up playing and wishing I was old.
I miss the faded carpet and the recess I had known,
And I hate the tests and essays that I must complete alone.
I wanna run barefoot to my grandma's old house, filled with dolls and candy and puzzles that would never be completed
Instead of bubble bath delight with my dolls and ducks at home,
I stand bare in the shower,
Wishing for the flower fields I always used to roam
