Your eyes will be more lovely than the trees
That I’ll be leaving behind when I go
Your soft hair will move gently in the breeze
I’ll hear you spin melodies and I’ll know.
Convincing smile draws me near to you,
We’ll dance behind the barn to bad music,
On Friday nights when our love still is new.
You’ll bring me soup on days that I feel sick.
Your strong arms will be there for holding me
You’ll make my heart beat faster in my chest
I’ve overhyped this love; made it cheesy
But I don’t care if readers aren’t impressed
There’s three months still to go ‘till high school’s end
And I’m sick to death of mediocre men
