We biked to the market
For too-much ice cream
And hot afternoons
We drove to a parking lot
For a couple joints of ****
And impossibly late
Evenings
We exchanged
Cheesy compliments
In my mother’s basement
Just before your first kiss
(Our first kiss)
We flattered each other
With beautiful poems
And genuine emotion
Just before
We finally kissed again
We picked flowers
From the garden
By the middle school
Becoming best friends
We picked basil
From the garden
In my back yard
Not knowing
What we were becoming
But regardless
Of whether we never
Get off our bikes
Or go upstairs
Or head back indoors
I’ll be happy
To be with you
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
We biked to the market
For too-much ice cream
And hot afternoons
We drove to a parking lot
For a couple joints of ****
And impossibly late
Evenings
We exchanged
Cheesy compliments
In my mother’s basement
Just before your first kiss
(Our first kiss)
We flattered each other
With beautiful poems
And genuine emotion
Just before
We finally kissed again
We picked flowers
From the garden
By the middle school
Becoming best friends
We picked basil
From the garden
In my back yard
Not knowing
What we were becoming
But regardless
Of whether we never
Get off our bikes
Or go upstairs
Or head back indoors
I’ll be happy
To be with you
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