kindergarten massacres
hello beautiful.
i wrote your name today and somehow that thing occured.
you know, that thing when the corners of your mouth creep up,
pulled by invisible strings.
it was happy.
i was happy.
oh beautiful, i read your story today.
i felt that i was really with you, kissing your forehead when your
knee stung from the peroxide bubbling on it after you toppled off your
first bike. you know, that shiny red one with the training wheels.
yeah, i felt like i was there. maybe i could be. maybe i was.
did you know that i was the one holding your hand as you walked
towards that big brown building on your first day of school, worried
that all the big kids would make fun of you?
but they didn't, because i told them not to.
oh pretty baby, i'm sitting next to you right this second,
but you can't see me, because i'm hiding.
you could always look under the bed.
i saw you smile today and it made me smile too, and when you laughed
those invisible strings pulled the corners of my mouth and my eyes up
so high that i bet we could finally get to the moon.
maybe that's where we really belong anyway. on the moon watching
all the people from far away, wishing for them to be happy, so we pull
the invisible strings at the corners of the man in the moons mouth, making
all the people so far away smile too, just because he's smiling. maybe if
we could all smile no one would ever be sad again.
oh beautiful, don't ever be sad again.
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