By Kiwi
Date: 6 June 2000
Promise
sun baked skin
feels tight
pulled accross my delicate
girly features
my big eyes wide
taking in the sights
of a new day
wind whipping my hair
in all directions
windows rolled down
like we haven't a care in the world
you reach for my hand
and squeeze
it feels like a promise
of good things to come
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