It’s lip balm wiped under the hem of T shirts
Hair tie donned wrists
And **** skirts
It’s tangles of hair dropped from the windows of cars
Half finished books
And tonnes of jars
It’s laughing so hard you slap pillows and cry
Pacts made in toilets -
Friendship or die
It’s sharing clothes
and
shoes
and
handbags
and
lipsticks
Love
and
pain
and
anguish
and
secrets
Its running together in heels towards life
Feet always aching
Hands holding tight
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 7:13 AM UTC
It’s lip balm wiped under the hem of T shirts
Hair tie donned wrists
And **** skirts
It’s tangles of hair dropped from the windows of cars
Half finished books
And tonnes of jars
It’s laughing so hard you slap pillows and cry
Pacts made in toilets -
Friendship or die
It’s sharing clothes
and
shoes
and
handbags
and
lipsticks
Love
and
pain
and
anguish
and
secrets
Its running together in heels towards life
Feet always aching
Hands holding tight
For the gals :)
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