I can still feel the grass tickle my hand
There you are beside me in the forest
We run around without fear of who we might run into
The three forests never scared us
We peered through metal sewers
Where did Michaelangelo go?
We dug up all the dirt in the front
Wondering when we would reach China
In the rain we played, but not with boots, raincoats or umbrellas
Instead the summer showers were warm enough for us to wear our
bathing suits
We stayed up late, whispering feelings
We always shared a room
Our dolls, though poor, were loved by us
We made clothes from marker colored socks
That house was housing but we were rich
It was always me and you
What else can I ask for sister?
Time stands stood still with you
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
I can still feel the grass tickle my hand
There you are beside me in the forest
We run around without fear of who we might run into
The three forests never scared us
We peered through metal sewers
Where did Michaelangelo go?
We dug up all the dirt in the front
Wondering when we would reach China
In the rain we played, but not with boots, raincoats or umbrellas
Instead the summer showers were warm enough for us to wear our
bathing suits
We stayed up late, whispering feelings
We always shared a room
Our dolls, though poor, were loved by us
We made clothes from marker colored socks
That house was housing but we were rich
It was always me and you
What else can I ask for sister?
Time stands stood still with you