12

April 18, 2016

Colors of pink and blue towering over ripped off toys that make hearts melt like summer nights

The smell of butter and hope lif red the cool air like his cologne on your sweater

Lights that twinckle like Christmas in July making smiles and memories

And the rocking of these swings makes you feel like flying

With the lightness in your stomach from the drop and holding his hand

Going round and round as if this carousel could defeat gravity

Bc he's sweeter than cotton candy and candy apples are less sticky with his flirty smiling

When heights don't feel as scary bc of clammy hand holding

And you know, you're both nervous

When everything seems so small from the top of the Ferris wheel

And his funnel cake lips remind you of what it's like to be 12 years old again

I want to be 12 years old forever

Where twists and turns make you throw up

I like you's and the carnival makes the best first dates

Walking through the mirror maze to see what it'll be like to get lost together

And bumper cars can represent what it'll be like when we don't agree and crash into each other

Because we will fight. And times will be sour like green snow cones

Yet sweet like the sunset

I just want to be reminded of what it's like to be 12 years old

With first pimples and first kisses and first fariswheel rides with a boy

I want countless smiles

And an endless supply of cotton candy

And from the top of the ferriswheel...

I want our first kiss to be not so ordinary

Just sweet and gentle with giggles and gum drop sweetness

Innocence spread with each peck

And the twirling of fingers

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