alabaster face and im just craving one
more taste
and the lips that touch mine, softer than imaginable
until we catch hands while we pass in the hallway
we just wait to grab that quick glimpse
of you and us and of each other
and with your sweet stride while
you talk me up and we talk so much
and then the summer's coming but this
one will have to be different than the
last one
the bluest angel eyes and we giggle
and realize that we dont know how
to gaze
and you're smile never seems to amaze
the saddest day could be turned sunny
hearts entwined upon this last girl's
fancy thoughts of
heaven.