my shoes
are only size seven and a half
so my footprints
are quite small
but i leave them places
where giants have walked

i picked out my shiniest penny
and threw it in the wishing well
crossing my fingers
and whispering 'pleasepleaseplease'
as you filled my thoughts

eleven years hasn't made me any wiser
just more sarcastic
but i still pick out my shiniest penny
for that old wishing well
and wish for you
with crossed fingers

your hands are so clean
i'm starting to think that maybe
i broke my own heart

kissing you
and smoking

create a venn diagram

and the middle
is large enough to hold my empty hands

glasses sit atop my nose
but they aren't my prescription

they make the world dance
in places it usually mumbles
and it just makes me crave a smoke

the way i clean my teeth
before i taste your tongue
seems obsolete
because your lips are
muddy with unsaid lies

when i'm nothing but a skeleton
i want you to make music with my bones