you're a Brooklyn Twig
running smooth through the street, like the raw water flowing into the sewer
your hair catches the flowers, the birds and the branches in the wind, in the blood orange of 5:15
your eyes explode across your view, all the wonder and waste that red, green, and yellow lights dictate
your shoes tap against graffitti & gum-covered rock, scraping a metropolitan harmony
your thin winged lips trace the black cold air, metallic lights & ambivalent breezes that caress brick and granite
you've been planted in the garden, acclaimed as the favorite of the season, and your branches and roots carry a sweet song into the eyes of the boy on the wall.
Maybe, one day, he'll step into the world for you.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
you're a Brooklyn Twig
running smooth through the street, like the raw water flowing into the sewer
your hair catches the flowers, the birds and the branches in the wind, in the blood orange of 5:15
your eyes explode across your view, all the wonder and waste that red, green, and yellow lights dictate
your shoes tap against graffitti & gum-covered rock, scraping a metropolitan harmony
your thin winged lips trace the black cold air, metallic lights & ambivalent breezes that caress brick and granite
you've been planted in the garden, acclaimed as the favorite of the season, and your branches and roots carry a sweet song into the eyes of the boy on the wall.
Maybe, one day, he'll step into the world for you.
love is the magic in this world<3
