10 000 miles away, on a hot summer day
with the wind in the air he had not but a care.

Fingers running down his cheek, itching and scratching till her scent was off him.

Now he wonders why she loved him, tries to crack inside her mind at all of her thoughts wondering.  

Does she care? Does she think about me? Does she fall in love with every boy she meets.

Not every boy but more then a few, every time turning her blue.  

She’s held up by strings and each boy cuts them, did you make her feel like she could float again?