I don't remember the first day I saw you.
I know you were a pink little thing, though
squirming and squealing.
I can easily recall the last.
Calling it a fond memory would be far too much of an overstatment,
now.
I don't know if you want to become a stranger
or if I'm forcing you to.
But either way, its happening
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
I don't remember the first day I saw you.
I know you were a pink little thing, though
squirming and squealing.
I can easily recall the last.
Calling it a fond memory would be far too much of an overstatment,
now.
I don't know if you want to become a stranger
or if I'm forcing you to.
But either way, its happening
