The Escapist

shapeflicker

i sit down next to him
telling him a story he had already known
and he said he's well aware one day she'll be gone
but he'll be sitting under the tree
just like in the fairytales
waiting for her to be home
blowing out the candles on every single birthday
staring at the shooting stars
you know one day the wishes will come true
i know soon he'll be gone too
then i'll be confused
sitting under the tree alone
i am not the only one to be amused