MILO
i have seen what the darkness does
say goodbye to who i was
say goodbye to who i was
“’ts sayin’ it’s gotta secret it doesn’ wanna talk about!” Milo calls back toward her with a bright hum of laughter. The frog in his hands wiggles and cries its frustration and upset, screeching out into the abyss alongside Melita’s own frog. He clutches it close to his chest, the dirt and muck that coats the frog now coats his shirt, parts of his neck in the sludge and his attempts to try and capture the frog that had failed the first time before he’d caught it.
Her question reaches him and he turns around to her with the goofiest smile she’s probably ever seen cast on the boy’s face. “Maybe she lives in a frog abode…” He whispers back suddenly, full of glee and amusement before he lowers the frog to a lily pad beside him. “A’ight. Go!” He calls out, and as soon as his frog takes off, Milo’s darting after it like a fool.
Her question reaches him and he turns around to her with the goofiest smile she’s probably ever seen cast on the boy’s face. “Maybe she lives in a frog abode…” He whispers back suddenly, full of glee and amusement before he lowers the frog to a lily pad beside him. “A’ight. Go!” He calls out, and as soon as his frog takes off, Milo’s darting after it like a fool.
i ain't ever been away so long
don't look back, those days are gone
don't look back, those days are gone
