My song is white school wall
when i walk right into it.
The giggles at how
ridiculously blonde i am.
My song is when you say something
Unbelieveably sweet.
When i respond with
"What?"
Cause really don't get it.
My song is when you kiss my nose
Telling me it's alright.
Eventually i'll know.
Your song is the half hour drive
from one town to the next.
Spending the night in my bed.
Being quiet in our love
"cause it's late
and my mama don't know."
Your song is watching me play PS2
Chuckling at the lack of
eye-hand (what?) coordination.
Your song is thinking
she's so damn cute when she's oblivious
And then kissing my nose.
Our song is the candle flickering
Casting our lustful shadows on the wall.
Burning off the whiskers of the giant tiger.
Putting a blanket over the window
So we can sleep in 'till noon or one.
Our song is the chairs in front of the computer
hands laced and watching bleach.
My head on your shoulder.
Our song is the hickeys on my neck.
The smile in our hearts
And the simply way we look at each other.
Knowing this is what we've been waiting for.
Nothing on the radio can compare
To our songs.
Author notes
inspired by Taylor Swift's Song "Our Song."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6s5cxBN8mA
all true (in the poem.)
