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fifty-five » p i n k y p r o m i s e

there's freckles on your forehead
specks of yellow in those cyan eyes
a chuckle on your lips that makes me mad
and things you do i can't believe are lies

there's your hands on my waist now
guiding me softly through the storm
a bunch of butterflies far from slow
and fluttering in my stomach in its simplest form

there's this thing we both feel in the air
too shy to act it out
a little sad, but it's still there
and i can't wait to learn what you're about

because i'll wait for you, even if it takes a while
i won't surrender in this madness year
so please pinky promise you'll wear a smile
when you leave me here.