It was the Watermelon in your hair --
You know,
The way the red juice dripped
Off your draping curls, and spilled
On your shirt.
It was the way you sat with me while
We watched fireworks --
A love I couldn't yet feel while I was
Still so Alone
-- and before that when we
Sat at the park, listening
To ****
It was the way it was you and me,
Laughing over a small screen
Away from the others; the way
You made me feel so wanted.
It was the way you snorted when
You laughed, and lifted your
Nose to give me piggy
Kisses after each and every one.
But the it was never stopped.
It never will.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
It was the Watermelon in your hair --
You know,
The way the red juice dripped
Off your draping curls, and spilled
On your shirt.
It was the way you sat with me while
We watched fireworks --
A love I couldn't yet feel while I was
Still so Alone
-- and before that when we
Sat at the park, listening
To ****
It was the way it was you and me,
Laughing over a small screen
Away from the others; the way
You made me feel so wanted.
It was the way you snorted when
You laughed, and lifted your
Nose to give me piggy
Kisses after each and every one.
But the it was never stopped.
It never will.
