i feel in every girl
there lives a spirit
a wild pixie
that if let go
would run and dance in grassy fields
until the end of the world
and when that girl grows up
that pixie hides
but it's always there
peaking out behind old eyes
and reading glasses
quietly waiting
to one day dance again
-oh look it's atticus again.
YOU ARE READING
Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
