I wish tomatoes squash on your brow,
Whenever you frown and fret,
I wish you never get your signature right,
Without a quick little pirouette.
I wish you fart fire,
Let the couch be proof of the cake you sneaked.
And I wish you could only sing Opera,
Whenever you get furious and mad at me.
I wish you were a Sand-witch artist,
And we 'iiiiiiiiiiiinsist' people take sand baths,
And I wish your ears grew long into spikes,
Whenever I felt bored, and life kinda dragged.
I wish we celebrated birthdays,
On two dates alternating each year,
And I wish you did Impressions then,
Of Frankenstein’s monster fighting frizzly bear.
I wish you wrote in snow,
Words actually melt as I read (and they made sense),
And I wish we keep meeting there,
Awkwardly gazing our phones, waiting for someone else.
I wish we knew each other like strangers,
Till one day when we don’t,
Then I wish you fart nervously,
Well.. that’s when you tell yourself "God! Please Nooooooo".
