Spending time with you
Is so fun
It's relieving
I can finally be myself
When I'm around you
You're not like
The other girls
As cliché
As that sounds
I'm not sure why exactly
You hang with that gaggle of girls
Because when you're around me
I can hear you let out a sigh of relief
That you can put away that mask
And finally be yourself
Spending time together
Means we can be ourselves
Our genuine goofy selves
We cover each other's faces with cheap stickers
Smiley faces
Rainbows
Kittens
Strawberries
All sorts of things
That come in bundles of hundreds at the dollar store
We can slap together
The crappiest finger painting in existence
Without risk of judgement
Doesn't matter who we are at school
How old we are
How mature our teachers praise us for
How we try to appeal to the popular kids
What matters is
Who we are
When we're with each other
When we're finally our true selves
With our sticker freckled faces
And paint stained hands
Together
We end up with dirt all over our clothes
Laughing, despite we know how our mother's will scold us
We scrape our knees
And bruise our arms
Trying out bike tricks
That we'll be told are just for boys
It doesn't matter
Because it's just you and I
Being ourselves
It doesn't matter what this town tells us
Just promise me that you'll stay you
And I'll promise that I'll stay me
We'll make our pact
As we decorate each other
With stickers galore
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
