A little boy
With countless toys
And quiet eyes
All filled with green
A little girl
With pinned-up curls
And mama’s lipstick
On her teeth
We grew up slow
You told me though
How you were raised
You grew so tall
And yet tonight
We cry we fight
We aren’t so grown
Up after all
We play with hearts
And broken parts
We like to think
We know this game
From passing balls
And notes in halls
And playground rules…
Aren’t they the same?
You tell me how
We’re adults now
Not boy but man
Prepared for all
But do you see?
Just look at me…
Look in the mirror
We’re still small
You’re still the boy
With countless toys
Though now they’re live
With hearts that beat
I’m still the girl
With pinned-up curls
And mama’s lipstick
On her teeth