I’ll write a love song
Sitting on my front porch
Watching children passing by
Band-aids on each scraped up knee
Running around and climbing trees
Eight years later
Sitting in that tree
They start kissing and exploring
Now the band-aids are off their knees
Holding their hearts together
By a very thin string
As time goes by
Our love will change
But we will always remember
The good old days
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This made me smile. It was cute.
I like how simply put it was, but it got emotion.

