Mr. Monkey

You've adored me for the pisky me

You've adored me for my scars

For the damage I am

Have been the ear for my weird dreams, which I bring to reality.

I might have made and am and shall make pesky little mistakes

For, I shall even live by them

But, I don't want you to forget the gem of a person I am

The one full of cats and fries

I want you to coddle me with your cuddles

I want to be that shoulder to you

When you are happy and when you're sad

I want to be there when I'm not even next to you

I am cheesy at times

And irrelevant all the time

Should I be also sailing in the same wind?

To count on you to be by my side?

Cause I'm afraid you won't be waiting for me on the other side.

A single day to piles of weeks which joined us into months and hopefully into years

I am here to hold your hand

I just wish I can count on you too

Can I not, Mr Monkey?

Maybe you could save the last dance?

Or we could go old school and hold each other tight at the prom when I said yes for when the curtains opened with you holding the sign, asking me

P R O M?

Only we aren't like in the movies

The perfect of loads of imperfections

That's more 'WE'

Both of you and I

Because we can build our own white screen

If there's a gap of misunderstanding

The one where I refuse to understand and you never participate and ignore

Can we mend it with a little fight at 2 am?

I'll be tender with my words

And I hope you won't be tough on me either, Mr Beckham

Crazy it may seem

I might have changed, with the changing seasons

So have you

The change in me is visible to you, I hope you can see something from my view

With all that in mind

Can we just be you with the 'cats and fries'

And if yes, then just apologize!

And everything will be butterflies.

-SU.