this one to the Boy
who became Out of Breath when the world took its First.
I know how hard Oxygen is to swallow.
Don't tie the laces of your shoes, Boy,
because Don't you Want to be
Tripped?
I'm sorry she'll never Climb the wind like you Hoped she would.
this one to the Boy
who didn't really believe in Names
because all the Words will Die with the World anyway.
to the Boy
because I wanted to Write Words
that maybe he would Stop
and Read.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
this one to the Boy
who became Out of Breath when the world took its First.
I know how hard Oxygen is to swallow.
Don't tie the laces of your shoes, Boy,
because Don't you Want to be
Tripped?
I'm sorry she'll never Climb the wind like you Hoped she would.
this one to the Boy
who didn't really believe in Names
because all the Words will Die with the World anyway.
to the Boy
because I wanted to Write Words
that maybe he would Stop
and Read.
