I know things about you,
Things that people don`t expect me to know.
I cherish the days when I find out something new,
Taking on a radiant glow.
I wish that you were like that, too.
If only you knew.

My cheeks flush red,
Trying to remember every word you said,
So none of the information is able to shed.
I will not stop learning until the hunger is fed;
The hunger will only spread,
Only leaving once I`ve bled
All the shades of red.

The cherry red car in your grandmother`s driveway
Is always parked slightly sideways.
Sometimes I look out my window at midday,
To see if you`re striding up your grandmother`s walkway.
I`ve been dwelling not so far away,
Watching the little green leaves on that tree sway,
Knowing that one day they would just flyaway.

I`m almost there with you,
Standing in your grandmother`s kitchen scented with a gravy brew
That gave me a warm feeling never to subdue.
It`s almost like my body is floating the middle of a creamy fondue,
Swimming in the pot of cheesy stew.
Now, the homemade sausage sets my heart a skew;
The bold flavors make me sail into
A magical world I previously outgrew
With a giant rocket canoe,
Crazy kung fu,
A real life Winnie the Pooh,
A giraffe with a rhino tattoo,
Shows that would never discontinue,
A nitro Velcro shoe,
And a place where everything was true.
This world only exists in a child`s view.
That’s what the sausage would do.

The days in math were like a dream;
New things about you glided through me in a heavy stream.
You`re dusky eyes always used to seem
To have a mystical gleam.
The one thing I mostly remember in that choppy downstream
Was that your favorite dessert is ice cream.
You explained this with your twinkling beam.
To you, the ingredients in the ice cream,
Worked as a wonderful team,
Making children smile was their ultimate scheme.
If I was part of your ice cream,
I`d be the whipped cream,
Light and airy but not too supreme,
Being the stitch to your seam,
Keeping the feelings inside until I`m ready to scream.

You`re as confusing as a paint splatter,
Could be considered as a useless spatter
That doesn`t really matter.
About as boring as the rain`s pitter patter.
But, you`re important enough to make my heart shatter.
You make the shards of love clatter
To the floor in a chaotic scatter.
My blood making just another paint splatter.

Maybe one day I won`t have to be a lamb,
Living life to be sentenced to the slaughter, never really showing who I am,
Not even worth a damn.
I just want to lift my hands up and slam
On the thick rusty bars of this hell that need a battering ram
To break out of this scam.
I dream about the day I`ll eat something better than bread and jam,
Even tastier than a round clam.
I dream about the day when I`ll eat your grandmother`s sausage for breakfast instead of spam,
And eat ice cream right after even if I have to cram
All the food in my stomach, looking like a stuffed ham.
But, for now I`ll have to remain in the world of sham,
Destined to be a wealthy woman`s leg of lamb
In a classy restaurant teeming with glam.