I love wearing your old t-shirt,
At the end of the day when we were covered in dirt.
When we were kids and accidentally kissed,
I wanted you and couldn't resist.
I want so bad to be your love,
Because you and I, we fit like a glove.
Sitting atop my stairs I begin to miss you,
Because you always seem to make even my greyest skies blue.
((inspired by my sisters poem!))