I feel like a little kid trying to catch a rolling ball but my toes keep tapping against it every time I get close at all.

Instead I'm tripping and stumbling after my own heart.
Scraped knees and loose laces.
Ignoring all the laughing faces.

Somewhere along my way,
A boy looked up and noticed
All the disarray.
He thought it was cute
So he comes my way.

My heart came to a stop
Hugged up against the side of his shoe.
He picked it up, smiled, and said,
"I think this belongs to you."