This one time
I watched a special on T.V.
After the News.
This boy was epileptic
And the doctors took half of his brain out.
He was perfectly fine.
Just needed to practice using both hands and eyes.
I look around this school
And I see kids
Loving
With their brains.
My head swirls around
As they let go so easily.
Forget so, so easily.
Then,
My eyes land on you.
And your brain is fine
But
There is a big red stain on the front of your shirt.
I look down,
And there's a stain
On mine too.
The thing is,
It's easy to love with your brain
Because if you lose a part of it
You're okay.
But
People like us
Don't love with our brains.
We love with our hearts.
And sometimes they get cut up.
We have some band-aids but
We're still waiting
For stitches
From that one special
Person.
Until then
Sometimes our shirts get stained.
Yours, stained for him.
Mine, stained for you.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
This one time
I watched a special on T.V.
After the News.
This boy was epileptic
And the doctors took half of his brain out.
He was perfectly fine.
Just needed to practice using both hands and eyes.
I look around this school
And I see kids
Loving
With their brains.
My head swirls around
As they let go so easily.
Forget so, so easily.
Then,
My eyes land on you.
And your brain is fine
But
There is a big red stain on the front of your shirt.
I look down,
And there's a stain
On mine too.
The thing is,
It's easy to love with your brain
Because if you lose a part of it
You're okay.
But
People like us
Don't love with our brains.
We love with our hearts.
And sometimes they get cut up.
We have some band-aids but
We're still waiting
For stitches
From that one special
Person.
Until then
Sometimes our shirts get stained.
Yours, stained for him.
Mine, stained for you.
For Samm
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