little boy

little boy did you know, that you can be brave even if the moonlight doesn’t dance in your eyes?

little boy did you know, that objects are, in fact, always larger than they appear?

little boy did you know, that i look at the lyrics while you only hear the melody?

little boy did you know, that the taste of ice cream is not as sweet as your bottom lip?

little boy did you know, that you don’t have to sell yourself to this world as fiction? you’re a natural prose.

little boy did you know, that i don’t even know if your eyes are grey or blue because i’m never close enough to tell?

little boy, did you know?

little boy did you know, that i’m not the elaborate woman you see in the light but the same little messy girl that lives in your dreams? my feet, always bare. my heart, always wild, just like my hair. i’d dance with your eyes in the moonlight and be closer than i appear. i’d write you a melody, if i knew that was all you wanted to hear. my house would be filled with ice cream and prose, if it got me close enough to your eyes, your lips, or even just your nose.