You smelled like beeswax
In your yellow sweater when I met you
On his bed
Such bright eyes
Big sister, big dreams
Told me to follow mine
So I did
And I climbed mountains
But I should have stayed behind
The coffee and the *****
Lemonade summer on your breath
I saw you waste
a w a y
with bottles in your teeth
You should be full
Like Sylvia
but-
Now everyone is skipping rope
And crossing finish lines
My sister, blonde haired beauty
She's still waiting at the gate.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 12:51 AM UTC
You smelled like beeswax
In your yellow sweater when I met you
On his bed
Such bright eyes
Big sister, big dreams
Told me to follow mine
So I did
And I climbed mountains
But I should have stayed behind
The coffee and the *****
Lemonade summer on your breath
I saw you waste
a w a y
with bottles in your teeth
You should be full
Like Sylvia
but-
Now everyone is skipping rope
And crossing finish lines
My sister, blonde haired beauty
She's still waiting at the gate.
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