Let's go to space
And collect all the stars.
Then, we can give them to those
Who live in the dark.
We are made up of the roads we take.
Her universe was much too terrifying,
so she went out to pick a new one.
look cute, but
his sweater is
made of the
tails of his
Thanks to CameronSmith for helping me write this one!
He screamed, "I love you!" from across
The earth, but they were in space,
So she couldn't hear shit.
Once upon a time, my imagination broke.
Then, my whole world lost its colors.
After she left,
His tree grew weaker,
For the roots were
Attatched to his heart
I have nightmares about this...
The roads we take are like finger prints.
They are unique. They loop around. No two are alike.
The roads we take identify us.
***Universe picture from NASA (public domain)