She wanted explosions

And passion and fervor

And the people below her, they shook their heads

At her silly little heart

That wanted so much

Down here,

They all said

We dont have that kind of luck

And still, the day called for some occasion

She wanted to open her mouth and let out

Something absolutely amazing

Something beautiful like youd only see in

Well, nothing.

Nothing here.

And she replied

Luck isnt real, luck isnt real

They laughed.

They laughed as dust gathered like a

White styrofoam snowstorm

On the window panes of her hopes

And still, and still there was a little light

Some small golden memory of what once was

A hole in the glass!

Oh sweet air

And there, a boy, waiting

With a dandelion

Waiting to blow up her dreams

To such great proportions

And the people below they saw

And they cried

Oh how beautiful!

Like paper cranes, they are beautiful!

Fragile things take flight.

And she turned to him saying,

Please,

Return to sender.

Return my dreams to their sender.

And Oh, oh what an explosion there was that night.





I love you I love you I love you.




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