Thursday, February 16, 2012

When will you come again?

We read each others minds, we hold hands in public, 
we make fools of ourselves, we laugh and joke, 
we wrote on our friends in sharpie when we are bored,
but my favorite thing to do with you is to sit in sun
out on the grass side by side staring at the sky 
as we talk about school, life, friends and everything else,
and right before you go, you look me in the eyes 
then lean forward and kiss the sweetest kiss I'll ever know.
When will we meet again?

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