when i still had bangs, and knotted hair
i used to dream of you on the swings
coffee grounds strewn along my pillow
stichings of a last line
of that conversation
i replied that i couldn't not love you
that i'd do anything to see your eyes meet mine
and we'd sit on the mosiac hall
sipping sparkling apple juice
kiss our own skinned knees
leave the pitcher to the dogs
and ask for 2 more years
the keys to the benz
and each other's hearts
Ohhhh sweeeet. This is really cute. But you have some really bad typos! Please fix them, because they just detract from the daintiness and happy sadness of this poem.
What I mean by happy sadness... it's kind of a happy feeling you get, but a depressing sad memory that she's gone. You smile; but you also feel a longing. It's a happy sadness. Keep it up, I like this alot.
it's got an interesting juxtaposition of love that has gone right and wrong over the course of years and ends somewhere near the end of all the memories these two had together, but it isn't spelled out as over quite yet. if it's really love, it's never completely over, now, is it? great write.