For a moment all I see is a broken little boy
that grew up without a dad.
I want to tell him it's not his fault.
I want to tell him
that dads are overrated.
We can share mine if you'd like.
But before I can slip behind the curtain
that keeps your true self hidden from the world
you put up caution tape
and say it's off limits.
As if I don't already know you're not the great and powerful Oz.
I don't care.
Because I'm not Dorthy.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
For a moment all I see is a broken little boy
that grew up without a dad.
I want to tell him it's not his fault.
I want to tell him
that dads are overrated.
We can share mine if you'd like.
But before I can slip behind the curtain
that keeps your true self hidden from the world
you put up caution tape
and say it's off limits.
As if I don't already know you're not the great and powerful Oz.
I don't care.
Because I'm not Dorthy.
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