My Songs From a Different List

I was thinking, just the other day

How I look at things in a different way.

There was a time I'd hear a love song

And at that time it wouldn't feel so wrong.

I miss the days when my mind was young 

Before I was the one in that song being sung.

The days when music was only pretty

And the words just sounded cute and witty. 

There were no deeper meanings than the sound

I could sing or listen while just walking around.

Now, I hear the same old chime

Except not the same as it was last time.

If there was a video to this tune

I would be the one singing under the moon.

I would sing of a love and cry over a loss

If you looked to my eyes you would see the gloss.

So now, when I am in my bed asleep

I dream of the days I still counted the sheep.

Just a little girl with an innocent crush

Nothing to cause her heartbeat to rush.

When I would see a boy, and claim him as mine

Without ever speaking,'cause back then, that was fine.

When I wake up again in the morning

My music is playing, as if it is a warning.

It plays to my ears as a soft reminder

That, to my heart, I must be kinder.

So, I shuffle my songs from a different list

And look forward to the next time I will be kissed.