Giraffe

At this very moment I wish I was a giraffe I would do anything and everything to be in its place At this very thought, I laugh All I do is pace Three strikes and you're out I, however, didn't even reach the first Unfortunate indeed, but this sets apart my route A trail leading me to nothing but thirst A thirst unlike no other Not for water, but for you Something that may last forever Like water, I have been left blue Yellow and full of patches In your arms With a neck that reaches the highest of branches In your arms Because this is where I want to be