A little kid who sits on a bench, tapping his...
You wonder is he care-free or holding sadness...

I remember the good times.
the laughs and countless smiles...

I want to grab that far branch.
To test my balance on every moon...

Even in the warmest of nights.
I remain frozen at heart...

It's a private joke for your heart.
To chuckle at the sight of me watching you...

I carry traumas from yesterday,
while you live on with open arms...

I'll never look down on you.
even if the world might...

I wasn't who you wanted me to be.
so, I tried to paint a good enough mask...

Don't feed me lies.
when you know...

The stars didn't feel so far,
not when I admired them with you...

The forecast is predicting thunderstorms.
but the rain had started long ago...

This hole must be here for a reason.
people don't just stumble across hurt...