If it was up to me I'd be a child. My heart full of foolish hopes as True as the sky is blue. I'd always believe that people were good. And that I was good.
That the clouds were mine to leave footprints in. I'd stay sanguine and sublime and never want to drown myself in a bottle of white wine.
I'd soar the stars and come home never wanting the sprinkle of star dust to leave my skin. I'd rattle the cages of hearts with the rumble of passion whose name would be mine.
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PoetryWhy would u want to date a football player. Foot ball players never do what you want them to, no matter how much you yell.
