Sometimes
I wish I was the beast you are so afraid of.
The creature that just made off,
with your miss or your maid or.
Sometimes I wish I was,
the monsters from campfires.
From school,
from old stories you knew.
Sometimes I wish I was the beast you heard of,
from him to you,
I wish I was that cruel,
Creature who grew to destroy a city or two.
Sometimes I wish,
I was the stories you heard,
A thriller you observed.
Godzilla is the word.
I wish I wasn’t a myth,
The loch ness from the Scotland.
I wish I wasn’t just a legend or folk tale,
The boogeyman with hooked nails.
I wish I was the beast you thought I was
I would embrace you tight
and give you the love that you deserve.