lillies and lilacs violet and white the scent of sweetness makes it alright bitter sweetness coats my tongue vines creeping with blossoms twisting around the swing and there we sat just you and me your hand in mine for eternity
On the park swings, He told me: I would never hit you, not like the others. Trust me. Trust me. I only smiled and tipped my head back But I could tell you where it hurts. The things we don't say.