In my perfect world
The grass beneath my feet, never changed
It did not become the sharp,
Brittle stems,
That injure me and then fracture
With each step I take.
In my perfect world
The sky which was blue above me, never changed
It did not Darken and,
Throw down rain
That chills me and cleans me
In my perfect world
The hand that wiped so many tears, never changed
It did not become the cruel fist,
Which struck me down
And changed me.
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 4:44 PM UTC
In my perfect world
The grass beneath my feet, never changed
It did not become the sharp,
Brittle stems,
That injure me and then fracture
With each step I take.
In my perfect world
The sky which was blue above me, never changed
It did not Darken and,
Throw down rain
That chills me and cleans me
In my perfect world
The hand that wiped so many tears, never changed
It did not become the cruel fist,
Which struck me down
And changed me.