BookRix

He was a light-skinneded
Puerto Rican-Dominican -- short hair, mature in the body like whoa
(Like, whoa)
That's not the only reason I liked him, though
He said he moved with his mother to Florida from New York
Where dreams are made
Well, so did I. So I said, hi. He seemed mature, and I talked more (more, more)
And I was like, what the heck I gotta do to be with you?

Would it be okay for me to stay? If okay is here then I'm far away, and the train's not leaving for a while I packed by bags but they've emptied themselves somehow. The thought of meaning something just makes my brain twist, invert, and fall down sideways. But my voice is a spark so let me sing 'til the fire's so bright it's deafening

“””Rocket ships will take off whether you're in them or not, and it's sad but it's the truth, the world would still turn without you. But when your bones turn to earth and you ask me "What was I worth?" I'll simply plant a flower above you, and you can watch it grow“””