My milk carton friend

I see you.

When I wake up and pour milk on my cerial.

I see you.

When I wake up and pour milk on my cerial.

I close my eyes and pretend youre there.

When I go through that old town

where we used to walk.

When I hear young girls giggling

when we used to talk.

I see you.

Your blond hair

Our blue eyes

so unprepared

but ready to take on the world.

I see you.

Posted by Sarah on June 17, 2008 04:43 PM |

 

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