Long Talks and Sidewalks
Rainbows and ponies don’t do anything for me.
Don’t bring me cut flowers and expect me to smile and swoon.
I don’t need material things to stimulate a feeling,
Or simulate some other notion of how a girl should feel.
I don’t need perpetual sunshine either.
Life is boring, life is long.
The cracks in the sidewalk are where things are interesting.
The pain of falling down and the process of getting up again are the things that matter.
Look me in the eyes and give me your words.
Give me your time.
Tell me your story.
Those are the things I want.
And in return I’ll walk beside you.
And we shall help each other up again,
When we fall.
And on and on,
Until the sidewalk ends.