(via moopee1176)
girls are like
apples on trees. the best
ones are at the top of the tree.
the boys don’t want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren’t as good, but easy. so the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they’re amazing.
they just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who’s brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
apples on trees. the best
ones are at the top of the tree.
the boys don’t want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren’t as good, but easy. so the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they’re amazing.
they just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who’s brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
“
| — | (via bearnis) |
Poem that is meaningful
Rooftop
What here belongs to me?
Not the soothing warmth on my skin,
Nor the clean cool blows.
I take in what I can,
And I take it as a gift,
And like an insomniac to the sleeping world,
I sit atop my kingdom.
I sway when the trees sway,
And I peek when the light is right,
No one can reach my thoughts up here,
Up here where my thoughts take flight.
