Hello?
Pull me up.
I can only run so far.
You gripped my hand.
You pull me up.
I need a new shopping cart.
I need tot go get one.
You look at me.
Blue eyes peircing me again.
You put your hand on my chest.
You push me back down.
As i roll down the hill.
My pastel pink clothes are ripping.
Im at the bottom.
Why?
Why push me down again.
I have to go the other way.
Up a steeper hill.
With out your help Dylan.
As i start to walk.
I dont look back.
Leave me alone.
I hum to past the time.
That hum turns into a song.
At the top of the hill.
It was pretty.
The hill you werent eager to pull me up.
People were there.
They liked me.
They all word fur coats.
They walked on velvet.
I started to look like them.
I walked on velvet.
Not red like thiers.
Mine was sliver.
I was alternative.
I was different and they liked me for it.
I was going up a hill and it was amazing.
But what was to happen when I get to the top?
