Lost in an adolescent desire
A makeshift, slightly dull dream
Fitted with romance and pretty culture
Little black, very little black
Sun flares blur my vision
Flowers clutter my hair
And only sweet songs fill
The everlasting notes through the air
It’s summer
I’m here at last
I’m here, writing love notes
To all of the boys
Giggling under covers as I re-read
The wrinkled back pages of my life
Amicably plotting the glorious
Future that has yet to shade
Boney knees and hold this please
Skipping circuits and hearts everywhere
Hearts on jeans, hearts on sweaters
Hearts on hands, hearts on books
Hearts on sleeves
Come close to these
I have yet to learn the power
To my unconscious flirt
Dreaming of the boys
Dreaming of me
Dreaming of the blue oceans
Screaming at me
I know in the future
I’ll remember it all
For all of it I’ve collected
In between these here leaves