i trip over words, fumbling over them like laces
on the schoolyard as i run in these 5 person races
who is the quickest to run to the hill?
it's not me or the other kids who take their own spills.
spills turn into pills,
the ones taken with water
just feed and press them to her.
stop is a word so clear
but everyone is telling her
it was just a nightmare
my dear
she's barely old enough to be called a teen
but her mental insecurity is already seen
when she fell in love, she fell hard
her heart would race, like the dance of a bard
his eyes blue, his stature tall
maybe someday he'd see her in the hall
figuring her out
and tripping over himself
he would fall too.
with simple words like
"i love you."
i was the one suffering withdrawl
and you were the one who i wondered cared at all
but now i know,
you will stay true.