The Looking Glass - A Collection of Poetry

I want to be a Child again

Wistful words,

That many adults have said

Or thought

Or maybe even dreamt.

I want to be a child again.

Yet now, a week before nineteen,

I wish upon a different star,

Blow upon a different eyelash,

Dream upon a different silver-lined cloud.

I want to visit the child-year old me.

Spend the whole day together.

Getting pregnant on potatoes,

getting drunk on chocolate,

Getting misty-eyed, starry-eyed, bug-eyed,

Apple-eyed, black-eyed and all-eyed

On books, philosophy and life.

I want to hug; I want to be hugged.

I want to lie; I want to be lied to.

I want to cry; I want to be cried to.

I want to trust; I want to be trusted.

I want to whisper; I want to be whispered to.

I want to tell her everything,

But still keep the element of surprise.

I want to tell her nothing,

But still make her wise.