stop being so weird”

I can’t fix what’s been broken.

the reds in your cheeks

voice well spoken.

and your chest protecting grass

a stride so playful.

your eyes are brown but,

they show you’re blue too.

I can bring you bags of tea

tea i didn’t drink.

and we can pretend

it’s not so much to speak.

one day we’ll make it to the beach

and the wind will make sure

we don’t say a god-damned thing.

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