You
drew a moon but colored gold
Said silver's cold, this one's bold
I copied yours and signed my name
We said the sky won't be the same
Crayons broke but we held tight
Making galaxies each night No rules made sense back then
Just scribbled stars and magic hands
Yellow crayon,
paper moon Imperfect but drawn to soon
We built a sky with childlike laws Forgot the flaws,
loved the cause
That
picture's still on my fridge door Reminding me we once knew
Lines were crooked,
colors loud But we drew joy and called it proud
Color outside and stay within We taped our dreams above the bed
Where constellations softly spread No art class ever got it right
But we made space from yellow light The rules return when we forget
A child of skies refused to lay