outrageouslyweird-me

i. Megan, you're reflections painted in flames half-shadows and great intensities a magical place a place of belonging of contagious pixies kicking up the dust hiding their forest things in forest dreams. (hand me a crown and I'll join in that soft violin still playing.) ii. you say 'yes' to strangers make sense of that look strangers have that is why you would never melt in the soil you're too alive with love and I love you for it. iii. I saw you in a storm that day as well. broken bird or not, I couldn't replace you if my circles depended on it.

Neverland Smoke rings and make-believe wings I watch them fly like sparrows do singing "girl, we'd never lie to you." It's all so very done before. And the stars, they don’t house love; only cliché and not so tough. So when the boy says he can't say much I'll tell him this: the boys are lost.