Figuring Out How to Fly.

'Cause baby I like your braces,

 All those silly faces,

 Boy you knock me off my feet.

Every time I hear that song,

I start to think about what went wrong,

And it brings me to my knees,

Oh, it's when you look at me,

That I start to believe,

That maybe humans can really fly,

'Cause you know,

Baby I've always liked your braces,

And you still make those faces,

But now I can stand on my own two feet,

If you ever get the time,

To open up your mind,

Maybe we can figure out how to fly.

Reviews

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Very nicely done, I enjoyed this, well written.

[Wolfwind]

This piece has a playful, yet serious tone to it. On one level, the surface, it can be seen as a girl speaking to a crush who has made an impact upon her life and dreaming of a possible future. The other level is more mechanical...such as the braces being like a shoulder to lean on. The faces might represent good times and the last stanza ends either level with a beacon of want and hope.

Wonderful Ink Katy!
Aaron