there used to be a garden where
we would feed from the fruit of our trees
but a hardened heart makes an orchard grow bare
of its roots, of its fruits, of its leaves.
i remember how our autumn
brought a crisp and refreshing breeze
and the howls of the winds of our winter
only made you feel warmer to me
and the sun’s golden glow in the springtime
shined on as we planted our seeds
and our summer would bring a great harvest
we would feast, we would play, we believed.
the wells of our chests would overflow
and we had no more reason to dream
but now those wells are barren and cold
and i think i am trapped at the bottom alone
where the air is too frozen to breathe.
i yearn to bathe in your waters
and delight in your fruits once more
but it seems that my tears just cant float me
to arrive at the edge of your shore
how i crave to stroll through your forest
to be wrapped in your strong sturdy arms
to be lifted up by your love once again
to feel, to heal, to be charmed
and at night i’d hold tight to your hand
and admire the vast starry sky
fall asleep feeling cozy as cookies
cuddled, contented we ‘d thrive
but a girl sometimes only has wishing
which often just does not come true
but if i had one wish to be granted
i would wish to be cherished by you.