Monday, October 6, 2014

LITTLE


Like an explosion
little
crashed in

ready to win
to play
ready to save the day
from lions and tigers and burlgars
oh my!

and I
on my back
would gaze at the sky

Big,
what are you doing?
she would ask

and I lost in thought
so rarely relaxed

would snap
jarred by the noise
of this girl
who thinks herself a boy

little, leave me alone
and I would push away
only to regret that another day

and so it goes

the ones you know
are more precious
than any outfit
furniture
or stone

to be alone
is to be poor
you will always be wanting more

but its that crashing in the door
that you really
secretly
will be longing for

*(after some time)

//

[Love you, little]

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