Staples

I want to fly to the top of the tallest tree

and sing

about how much I love you.

I want to run barefoot through the streets

and leave beautiful poems on every corner.

I want it to be night again,

so that you can teach me another moonlit dance

to waltz naked on tiptoe in my room

while the others are asleep.

But you already cut off my wings yesterday

for forgetting my steps,

and there's too many staples on my floor.

-fine-

I quite like this one. It's adorably crap. Anyway, please a review even if it's a mark out a ten, but a comment would be great.

Luv R x x x