The grip tape tore against the roses on my skirt As I sat on approximately one half of the long board The other half was occupied by your lovely self We both laid back Blades of grass only separated our faces That and your hand which I wished you would put in mine Or brush my cheek Instead I looked away And remark about the clouds The one that looked like a turtle Or a dragon I forget The point of it was That you would see the clouds And not the look on my face Which would have told you the whole story The story of what I thought of that hand in between us And the delicate blades of grass So easily breakable Yet impenetrable Or so I thought
I wrote this about the day before i told you i had feelings for you, my best friend and now my wonderful Love.