seven

Please, picture me in the trees
I hit my peak at seven feet in the swing over the creek
I was too scared to jump in
But I, I was high in the sky
With Pennsylvania under me
Are there still beautiful things?

Sweet tea in the summer
Cross your heart, won’t tell no other
And though I can’t recall your face
I still got love for you

Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the Moon and to Saturn
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long

And I’ve been meaning to tell you
I think your house is haunted
Your dad is always mad and that must be why
And I think you should come live with me
And we can be pirates
Then you won’t have to cry

Or hide in the closet
And just like a folk song
Our love will be passed on

Please, picture me in the weeds
Before I learned civility
I used to scream ferociously
Any time I wanted

Sweet tea in the summer
Cross my heart, won’t tell no other
And though I can’t recall your face
I still got love for you

Pack your dolls and a sweater
We’ll move to India forever
Passed down like folk songs
Our love lasts so long