Hi everyone. This is different than anything I've really written before, and I know that the lines seem to break in unusual places, but they're meant to. Critiques are greatly appreciated, and you have my special permission to shred it to bits if you so choose.
If you were the sky,
I’d lie on my back in that meadow all day,
and never care,
when people say I’m crazy,
for talking to no one.
If you were the ground,
I’d trip and fall,
(or pretend to)
just so I could hug you…
accidentally.
Sometimes I think you know.
When you smile at me,
in the hall,
you must see,
read it on my face.
I try to hide it.
Sometimes I think you feel the same.
When you look at me like that,
oh do you know how it makes me tremble
on the inside,
makes my heart beat,
like bird’s wings,
struggling to fly?
I wish it could take off.
But, after all, a wish is just a dream
that your heart makes,
isn’t it?
A fairytale said that.
I know you’re not the sky,
or the ground for that matter.
You are you,
and I guess that’s why I love you.
I have a belief.
That something that is meant to be,
will happen.
I suppose I could trust time.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
