I steal, stole. I’m always stealing for you. Stars, moons, gummy bears and chocolates.
Not to sweeten your mouth.
I know you have nothing left for me. You gave away all your candies. Not to me.
Let me glue together your wings. Heal your wounds. Fix your smile. Give back your glow.
(My chocolate wings have little bites, not mine but from those who made themselves worthy…)
I dance for you, but you don’t notice.
In that world. Our world. Only ours.