nights on the playground
become nights at that bar
drinking grape juice in fancy glasses holding up our pinkies
became drinking red wine out of bottles while tumbling through the crowd
giggling while wrapping our pinkies to swear you wouldn't tell that I liked that boy
to us sliding silver rings in our fingers to seal a forever bond between uswe thought when we grow up
we'd own fancy cars and a house
with a husband who loves us
yet was never really in the picture, he was just a nice addition
but really, we kept our child-like traditions and tweaked them
to make us feel like we're somehow more mature
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things