We made a promise.
Not just any promise--a pinky promise.
We swore on our weakest finger a vow we would not dare to break.

Most don't understand why we would do such a childish thing.
Intertwining fingers. What promise could that bring?

They don't know our history.
Back in time--just you and me.

A promise between us has not once been kept.
It was cause for tears and heart ache that followed as we slept.

Giving our word doesn't mean a thing between us two.
So what is left for us to do?

Let's go back to a more innocent time.
A time when rain was just gum drops and kisses meant our mother.
You always searched for the best tree to climb.

Let's go back in time when everything was pure and good.
From this time we steal a simple thing.
Something long left behind in childhood.

Tiny fingers interlocking.
Nothing about it mocking.

Twelve years later I hold my finger out to you.
No need to be told what to do.

Our fingers touched once more.
The electricity practically lifts me off the floor.

Our pinkies ignited some new energy.
Energy I've misses between you and me.

For the last time I say, "Promise?"
Twined fingers. "Promise."

Pinkie promise.



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This one's pretty rough. I might make adjustments at a later time.