Saturday mornings
with you drizzled all over them;
I love the breathless way you say “hello.”
Leave your shoes by the door,
and your jingling keys on the table,
because I don't trust you with that
pocket knife.
with you drizzled all over them;
I love the breathless way you say “hello.”
Leave your shoes by the door,
and your jingling keys on the table,
because I don't trust you with that
pocket knife.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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