I started to think...
That mere footsteps aren't weak
That many people can't step up to one
Many are scared
Of perfection
That everyone is perfect
Even that boy
That's ugly
And nobody likes-
Because there are people that do so like him
It's just
Nobody has dared to show it
Take out your hand
Show me your fingers
You have five.
He has three.
Maybe you can
Spare a hand?
And lead him to where there's no path
And both create a trail
That's intertwined
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
