summer is really getting away
while we french kiss walls
and talk about jesus’ pound cake
i will never tell anyone that
because our virgin minds
and sober thoughts are just ours.
your brown hair curves around your face
i’m looking into your eyes and
everything’s so sad.
for an escape, i laugh in return
to my dear friend with the royal name.
he’s a brat when he shouts and cries
and i do nothing while watching him--
except smile in return.
the crack in your lip starts to turn upward
i'm looking into your eyes and
everything's smiling.
