We’re young and untouched
with dandelions being blown in our hearts.
Eyes with a sparkle from our favorite
childhood fairy tales.
One morning in undeniable sunlight
we shake hands with a feeling,
then we go home and write of
his eyes and how his smile cut through an unopened door, deep inside your delicate soul.
We float through the emotion
that we’ve just dived right into;
until the ocean dries up after he tells you,
he doesn’t want you.
All our innocent souls are now stuck up with our hearts in trees
and we hope when we throw our hearts to the floor,
he’ll come running to save its breaking–
There it goes: smash…
We all fall down