I want to talk to the writers of my story
The authors, the editors, the set designers
The director, the producer
Allow me to speak with them
So i may ask for a tiny, little sneak peak
A sneak peak at a future episode, season, moment in my life
I want a glimpse of my great love
Let me speak with the creators of my story
Because i have a few requests:
Let him be tall and stormy eyed
Or let her be short with hips perfectly wide
Let him be polite to my Mumma and kind to my soul
Or let her be sweet, and loving, and willing to grow old
Let him have wavy hair and gentle hands
Or let her be willing to travel all of Earth's lands
Let me speak to the writers
I have a scene idea
Let them wake me with a kiss
"Come on, or our train we'll miss"
Let them take my hand and tug me from my bed
Let them place a gentle kiss on my head
Let them pull out my favourite clothes
And as i dress let them fetch my beloved poppy loaf
Let us leave our home hand in hand
Rushing down the stairs
Please let me talk to the producers
Let them pull up a chair
I only want a glimpse, a tiny sneak peek
I promise not to stare
I cannot fast forward
Those moments yet to be recorded
I just want a glimpse of my great love
Even if my person was not sent from above
Grant me my wish and i will be content
To weather this season, no matter how hell bent.
