Why do you hate me with those beautiful eyes,
You weren't meant to fly,
and as i walk away i smile.
That thing you did back when we were young,
Do you know what to do now though?
I thought i knew you better than that,
Like starting again and feeling reticent,
You feel my colours and smell my smile,
Look at me now,
and i look down on you,
As you did me.
I look back now and see the fights,
The dirty looks,
and as though even a flutter of kindness,
in a cold cave of a darkened world could have changed the way you were,
you changed not for the best,
but changed for the new.