You came to see me
on a unplanned visit
so I took you to the only
interesting place I could
think of.
I dragged you through subways,
and crowds of interesting people,
to get to our destination,
our final stop in the Brooklyn station.
You doubted my directions,
as I had only gone once before,
but you trusted me enough
to get you to the right store.
You looked at me as we walked in,
doubting me once more,
it was a place full of junk,
you must've thought that I was drunk.
You stepped in through the door,
and right on the floor,
you found an old typewriter
that you wanted forevermore.
Your eyes, they lit up
like none I had ever seen,
as you began to press each key,
and your smile, it gleamed.
At that moment in time,
I knew I had done well,
as you took right off
like you were under a spell.
You ran though the aisles,
taking in each thing,
seeing the beauty behind
the dust and water rings.
You picked up the glassware,
each little piece,
you told me you loved them,
your excitement didn't cease.
We looked through the art,
and the old records too,
you pulled out a few,
and I had out some Motown for you.
It was the perfect day,
that one random trip,
the day that changed it,
the day I made the slip.
I let myself fall
so hard and so fast,
I forgot that china dolls,
are made of such fragile glass.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
You came to see me
on a unplanned visit
so I took you to the only
interesting place I could
think of.
I dragged you through subways,
and crowds of interesting people,
to get to our destination,
our final stop in the Brooklyn station.
You doubted my directions,
as I had only gone once before,
but you trusted me enough
to get you to the right store.
You looked at me as we walked in,
doubting me once more,
it was a place full of junk,
you must've thought that I was drunk.
You stepped in through the door,
and right on the floor,
you found an old typewriter
that you wanted forevermore.
Your eyes, they lit up
like none I had ever seen,
as you began to press each key,
and your smile, it gleamed.
At that moment in time,
I knew I had done well,
as you took right off
like you were under a spell.
You ran though the aisles,
taking in each thing,
seeing the beauty behind
the dust and water rings.
You picked up the glassware,
each little piece,
you told me you loved them,
your excitement didn't cease.
We looked through the art,
and the old records too,
you pulled out a few,
and I had out some Motown for you.
It was the perfect day,
that one random trip,
the day that changed it,
the day I made the slip.
I let myself fall
so hard and so fast,
I forgot that china dolls,
are made of such fragile glass.
