At playtime,
we skipped hand in hand
making whispered pacts of
forever
when the bell rang,
we ran towards the sound
or maybe it was away
from it
it doesn't matter
our breath would smoke
as we hit the cold air,
our shoes would catch and
click along the pavement
as we went
the weight of our secrets
would press through our skin,
through the soles of our feet
as we placed them, one foot
in front of the other foot, onto
the tarmac
leaving footprints with our pain
but we didn't care, as long as we could skip,
hand in hand
tomorrow
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
At playtime,
we skipped hand in hand
making whispered pacts of
forever
when the bell rang,
we ran towards the sound
or maybe it was away
from it
it doesn't matter
our breath would smoke
as we hit the cold air,
our shoes would catch and
click along the pavement
as we went
the weight of our secrets
would press through our skin,
through the soles of our feet
as we placed them, one foot
in front of the other foot, onto
the tarmac
leaving footprints with our pain
but we didn't care, as long as we could skip,
hand in hand
tomorrow
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