And letting the seasons drip from her lips
She sipped a kiss from the things she missed
She is forever full of memories
She bleeds lullabies from my childhood
And her hands might have once held mine in a past life
For they fit, like
Weddings by the swing-set under sunset at recess
She's the rock that's dropped at hopscotch
The rumor of Pepsi and pop rocks
You are forever full of memories
The splattered ice cream in gum speckled play grounds
The spilled milk she constantly tells herself not to cry over
She is the sound of velcro
She is the smell of play-dough
She is gasoline in puddles resembling graffiti rainbows
She is forever full of memories
She is the note that was passed in class
The midnight pebbles thrown against our windows glass
Summers spent picking blades of grass and
Chewing on cattail like we seen in the movie once
Her kiss is like screaming in reverse - only sweeter
Lips like two pink needles injecting that infecting
"I need her"
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