Graffiti Boy
Edie Kuhnle Ottestad, Thomas Dybdahl
Graffiti Boy
If words were colors
Then your first words were blue
Painting trees and sidewalks
Each day I spent with you
If smiles were purple
And laughter shades of red
Then all the clouds and hillsides
Were painted those instead
Looking at life upside down
Drawing our own rules
No lines colored in between
Graffiti boy and me
Skipping orange stones across the
Hours drifting by
Imagined how the world would look
From a yellow sky
We hid behind pink castles
Sharing secrets colored grey
Told stories painted green and white
And dreamt the days away
Looking at life upside down
Drawing our own rules
No lines colored in between
Graffiti boy and me