Remember that time?
We painted stripes on a turtle.
You had gum in your hair
You wouldn’t let me cut it out
You were always that way.
You never let me cut your hair.
But you let me love you.
It’s strange to say,
But so happy all the same.
I remember how we lay there.
Or is it lie?
Let’s say that we lay
there was no lying with us,
Just laying and being honest
With each other and the world.
We weren’t rich
we weren’t poor.
We had enough
But we always wanted more.
I think that’s how it often is.
Not to say we aren’t unique,
I doubt there’s ever been a pair
That painted turtles with gum in their hair.