If my palm can fit with your palm, then we could be friends
But your hands are too big for my world too understand
They can carry your skeleton across the ocean
I've seen the way you battle every waves to touch the shore of your dream
You're my fantasy
And I'm the drywall disappointment
Your arm can reach places that I can only imagine with my all of my best capabilities
If our eyes can ever met, I bet I would still be invisible to you
I take every piece of me to audition my talent to you but no one told me that the curtain is closed because I'm still waiting in an empty line
I can fit my whole life into a piece of paper but you could fill the whole sky with yours and even then there's no guarantee it'll be enough
And if you ever done a mistake, it's only deserving if I fit in my odds to make you even
YOU ARE READING
ODDLY STRUCTURED
Poesía"Pull an all nighter" they said, "It'll be fun" they said...