I chase bees
I kick the trees I can’t climb
Scabs on my knees
What’s my age again?
Too old for games
Too young to be heard
Grown up when i need to be
Chasing bees
Tire swings
Grassy hills and sunsets
Grassy hills and clouds
I’m not ready for love
So I push it down
Am i wearing you out?
Not gonna get us!
Straight from my lungs
I tease responsibility with old halloween candy
innovative.
I’ll try to make a pair outta two left shoes
I skip over the lines constructed to make sense
Don’t need to be tickled to laugh
I’m quite independent
Try holding my hand
running from maturity
Hiding from reality
You cannot keep me from myself
Still running
You’re invited
Come chase me
I’ll fall in love with whoever catches me

-cindy