Like Terabithia But Dead
Chapstick on my parched lips. Dew drops on my toes.
I watch you sleeping in the grass, where the red fern grows.
Your sleepy eyes look heavy, you're large biceps look steady.
You sit up and you wait for me, I slowly circle around.
I lay 'mongst leaves and muscle, our limbs tangle and tussle.
Your lap is called my throne and your kisses are my crown.
We've gained respect and trust in this kingdom. Let's not lose it.
They trust us with descisions, and in that case; we choose it.
We must decide together, which risks to take.
And as we sit together, cemetary by the lake.
I watch you sleeping in the grass, where the red fern grows.
Your sleepy eyes look heavy, you're large biceps look steady.
You sit up and you wait for me, I slowly circle around.
I lay 'mongst leaves and muscle, our limbs tangle and tussle.
Your lap is called my throne and your kisses are my crown.
We've gained respect and trust in this kingdom. Let's not lose it.
They trust us with descisions, and in that case; we choose it.
We must decide together, which risks to take.
And as we sit together, cemetary by the lake.
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