used to count the freckles in my eyes.
You used to climb trees,
just to see,
how high- you could climb.
You used to open my doors,
You would ask how my hair would curl.
All I can remember is last December
And you leaving this November.
Leaves shaken from the trees.
Shoes on my feet.
Coat on my body.
You sitting at Starbucks with me.
Spinning quarters on the table.
Wishing you loved me.
How I loved you.
How I still do.
-The flowers blooming now.
The sun coming out.
Trying to look my best,
You look a mess.
But you still toke my breath
All I can remember is last December
And you leaving this November.
-I used to lay awake at night.
I'd plea by the moonlight.
I used to feel so comfortable.
Conversation rolling off the tongue.
I tried to think of ways to tell you
"I think I love you"
Now I know I do.
I know you gone.
But
Please show me the stars in the sky
Where are the freckles in my eyes?
Lets climb a tree- real high.
Now I open my doors,
and my hair lost its curl.
Now your gone.
The more I'm drawn.
Sadly, you were my first love.
-Lauren.