It is my side of the fence I want to play on.
You question my reasoning?
I don’t care enough to elaborate, now that I have gotten to know you better.
You get some of my time, which I care not to waste on words.
Like a symphony I play my swing all alone in the air.
Tickle my skin in the misty dew resting high in the clouds with the last powerful swing up before my graceful landing back to my flowerbed.
I crawl into my tree-house during the darkest of the night, I see you crossing the street out of the corner of my eye.
You get hit by a bus.
I guess I shouldn’t have the “No boys allowed” sign turned out.
So I fell asleep to the sound of sirens, under the glitter stared milkyway.
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