Thursday, December 16, 2010

Now.

If we were bluebirds flying.
If we were to fly away.
I wouldn't care about tomorrow.
I'd just speak to today.
Melancholy, tomfoolery, and
sweet, sweet joy.
I'd be happy to cry.
There's a mouth waiting
For a smile to employ,
And when we were destroying,
I was a little bit afraid
I wasn't part of me, but
Something, somehow made
Everything change
And now I'm a cloth doll
Bendable
But indestructable
To hold when you're alone
So if I'm the only thing you own,
It's worth holding on.

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