Can’t wait to forget All the wear and tear The moment you went to sleep The words we meant to say Stuck in crevices They never found their way I only know what’s mine I only like what’s kind Singing words are hard Thoughts take up space While I move Moonbeams are Like the sun They just travel Differently Ripples caused by the Kiss of the wind, And I like them Blue and red Takes on a new form, Purple’s what it is