Your girl

If I were your girl
It would be so much fun
We’d have a picnic
Under the sun
then I suppose
on the blanket we’d
lay, looking up at
the clouds til
I heard you say,
“do you see that
heart up way in the sky?”
that’s mine, take it,
its yours til I die.
then you’d lean on
over to kiss
and id purse up my
lips, “SMACK”,
nothing sweeter than this.

(to mike, back in 10th grade)