red crayon boy.

You were the first red crayon to mark my paper. 
and oh you drew all over it. 
you did.
but i was just a kid.
everything was blue skies and blue birds and i wasnt worried one bit.
maybe i should have been
but maybe it wouldnt have been as great. 
i was confused
i didnt want to hurt
you or me
all i knew is i liked the feeling of you being a red crayon. 
but you were just a kid.
so you're not a red crayon anymore.
i wish you were.
but thats okay,
cause ill never forget the first mark you made on me
red crayon boy.