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!))