Ganymede

I couldn’t see the forest for the trees
When I told you I could love you
You said it was make-believe
Now I’m out of poetry
I try to write but freeze
I miss you so, where did you go, my Ganymede
If all the world’s a stage
I don’t want the scene to change no more
You go to turn the page
And whisper what our future’s got in store
But I’m not afraid to say
I miss the games we played before
My Ganymede, who are we playing these parts for
I can’t deny the way you made me feel
When we wrestled with our wits
I wilted when you tripped my heels
Now I’m out of clever quips
And I cannot conceal
It’s you I need, so Ganymede, please just be real
If all the world’s a stage
I don’t want the scene to change no more
You grow to turn the page
And whisper what our future’s got in store
But I’m not afraid to say
I miss the games we played before
My Ganymede, who are we playing these parts for
If all the world’s a stage
I don’t want this act to end no more
Before the curtain falls
Remember all the scenes we stole before
‘Cause I’m not ashamed to say
I miss the boy that I adore
My Ganymede, who are we playing these parts for
Ganymede, who are we playing these parts for