Dear Brady,
Your hair is so luscious
How is it so curly?
It's like Fabio
Learned what a curling iron is
You're a straight baller
Poppin' tres like it's nothin'
You're like Kobe,
Except you actually play
You have a long way to go
To dunk, even though you're like 6' 7"
You have late team parties
Pushed back 3 weeks
I guess it's okay though
At least you have them
So you're Brady
The curly-haired baller
Who has late team parties.
Nice to meet you.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
Love is a pitchfork
It can be so routine
It can be so easy
It can shine brilliantly
Then in a split second
It stabs you
Without warning
And becomes the worst pain ever
The pitchfork becomes dull
It becomes unused
It becomes lost
It becomes forgotten
But one day you find it again
And on that day
The shine and routine
Of the pitchfork returns
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
How does it feel to be so free?
What is it like to fly?
You relax in a tree
Then soar through the sky.
However, you can be clumsy.
You've crashed into my house.
What a dummy!
Shouldn't you be in a birdhouse?
You always sing to me
Whether it be a good or bad day.
Your tone always brings happiness and glee.
What more can I say?
Oh but one more thing.
You are full of color and rhythm.
You fly, fall, and sing.
How do you get so much freedom?
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
Birds singing to us
About their lovely free lives
Flying through the air
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC