Sixteen on the Bench again
By Emma C
I'm sitting on the bench again,
You're riding shotgun in some car.
I'm wishing on the stars again,
While your trading drinks for hearts.
My cigarettes are running low,
While your running round the town.
I'm Sixteen on the bench again,
But you're not coming round.
The winter wind stings my neck,
The fog rolls through the park,
And all I do is dream of you,
And send my wishes to those stars.
And then one day my wish comes true,
But I must have stuffed it up.
Coz when I finally got to you,
All I did was break your heart.
So now I wish I'd never made that wish,
Wish I could take it back.
Coz all I did was take something pure,
And turn it in to black.
They say be careful what you wish for,
And I'm telling you it's true.
Coz I just turned a beating heart,
And beat it black and blue.
Now I'm standing at your window,
The green light filters out.
Listening to your Letterman,
As he counts the numbers down.
So many times, I just stood,
And stared at that green light.
You never even knew that I was there,
Breathing cigarettes to the night.
I'd have these conversations,
And pretend what you'd say back.
And I'd wish upon those silly stars,
That one day you'd talk back.
And then one day my wish comes true,
But I must have stuffed it up.
Coz when I finally got to you,
All I did was break your heart.
So now I wish I'd never made that wish,
Wish I could take it back.
Coz all I did was take something pure,
And turn it into black.
They say be careful what you wish for,
And I'm telling you it's true.
Coz I just turned a beating heart,
And beat it back and blue.
It's not all dark ,this stormy tale.
We made it for a while.
And the day you said you loved me,
I nearly fxxxing died!
Somersaults and lightning bolts,
It took my breath away.
But somewhere further down that road,
I'd give it all away.
So I bet you wish unto this day,
You'd never heard my name.
And that I'd never wished upon those stars.
They seemed so far away...
I can only say I'm sorry,
Though that's not much to do,
No Queen of Hearts, but just false starts,
I wish I'd wished for more for you.
K.I.M.B.O.L.Y
YELLOW BUTTERCUP
ATTACK OF THE KILLER TOMATOES
YOUR MUM YELLS "SHUT UP"
WHILE I HID UNDER YOUR BUNK
LAUGHED SO HARD I HAD TO GO
And though I'm never coming back,
We still live somewhere in that song.
Where Romeo says to Juliet,
"It was just that the time was wrong"
Copyright Emma Chute 30/3/2019
