Scribblings on Slumbercloud9

A book I read a long time ago  I woke up this morning and I realized it's been a few days  since I thought about you The story we wrote with our hearts  was never inked in red  Are you for real or  are you just a book I read a long time ago? And you know all the fights we had  and all those insecurities  I wish I could tell you all my secrets  I wish I could digest all your twisted fantasies  I remember when you took me to the lake at midnight, clicked a picture with your head on my shoulder on our way out Said you wanted to remember that night forever I remember when we shrieked in fear of snakes and ghosts in the dark I remember when you held my hand  and said you hoped we never changed The games we played to keep it going  were all won by you  Are you for real or  are you just a book I read a long time ago?

Back to the Start  There was a time when candies and crayons  would suffice  as you grow up you realize  there's a whole lot of things  you will have to sacrifice  Open your drawer  and take out that passport-size  photograph  from 1997 remember that day your mom combed your hair into a neat ponytail  and told you tales about heaven? Look at that girl with the grin on her face  she's only four  little things make her happy  she keep desiring more  Open your eyes and find your reflection staring back stop trying to identity those million shades of grey it's always either white or black.  Open your mind and place your palm on your heart  can you hear the reality of your life beating inside you? Be the girl with the grin on her face, take yourself back to the start.