this kid i know, he thinks he can fly,
like an angel, or a plane.
or a goddamn butterfly.
he used to stand on the roof, and spread his wings.
but then god got mad;
maybe god doesn't like butterflies.
so he fell.
(he's hugging the pavement now.)
funny thing is:
we all knew he couldn't fly.
a/n: oh god. i don't know.
i don't really like this. it's so... dark and unlike me.
but this is what happens at tenfiftytwo at night. i get bored.