This Poem is About Nathan I Hope He Never Sees It

by steadfast twilight

Every cotton candy filled raindrop will be yours if you just ask politely enough.
And the spider's webs woven like highway routes in the grass will caress you if you'd just walk kindly.
You're all lined up for the next thing comin but you fail to see the red behind tomatoes.
As if they're red to foil all your plans and preconceived notions of tomatoes.
You can't accept their mushy interior and indecisive taste.

Just as much as you wouldn't believe rain drops could be filled with cotton candy.
Or a spider's web could be personified into a human arm.
Or that waving to little kids on their burly yellow transportation buses tickles my funny bone like I wish yours was tickling mine:
with giggles and chuckles and smiling eyes.

I will sadly watch you live in a world where to you, raindrops are only raindrops.
"They ARE only raindrops," you say with superiority.
And you're only a boy, boy.

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