Jan 07, 2016 13:29
I will hide you
to the end of the world
so you will not be sad
when people die
will not cry
when parents become abusive
will not dig
into others' past
and hurt yourself.
I will cast a spell
so that all newspapers
become jingle bell
then every morning
will be Christmas
and how's about this bonus
I hug you to sleep tonight?
07/01/2016
poem,
dead poets society