Sunday, January 13, 2008

we're up to mischief, says she

i remember you
the one that smiled a million times for me
the one that laughed a throaty chorus of stars
eyes like bambi, a toast we screamed forever and ever
i like you the song that sang a pitch too high
they screamed over and over again for us to be together
we held on we ran, the bus dash from the gates
the great leap over the puddle, a peppermint chocolate stick
i want you, i forgot we cannot speak
of us, and we, perhaps oh maybe frosting on our lips
i forgot you the one with shiny black hair and hands for him

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