07 February 2011

David. The first one.

There are plenty of things I will ask you to remember
Like that first hello when you awkwardly
Sat behind me and patiently waited for me to notice
I did... Notice
But I waited for you to tap my shoulder blade
So I could feel something besides the guilt
Yes
Is the only thing I have to give you
A thousand tiny heads all nodding in agreement
And a million tiny hearts dotting all the i's
When I say I will always keep this promise.
Promise me that you will never lose your innocence
Promise that even after I'm gone you will still believe
That every dream you've ever dreamed can come true
And that nerf guns don't stop being a valid accessory
When you've outgrown your teens.
Promise me
That every kiss meant something and you'll never forget
No matter what you think of me
Now
I'm slowly becoming a memory
A year-long escape from everything you knew
And I know I haven't decided if that's a good thing
And you're probably still on the fence
But this is what I do know:
what I hope is that you're dreaming at this very moment
And I hope, so selfishly, that you're dreaming of me.

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