LB
We met 5 1/2 years ago in the jungle.
I was very scared back then.
I didn't know if you were scared. I don't think you said anything if you were.
You are pretty brave I would say.
We had the same face sometimes. Long hair. Weird clothes.
I didn't know many people in the jungle, but probably the same amount as you.
We spent time together in our special box.
We could stitch and surge in that box. Though I think only I did that.
We were new friends. The box brought us together. And the mother of the box made us feel comfortable.
Sometimes we traveled to other boxes.
Spaces with armies and endearing people. Others with exploding rings, burned wood, and Vegetables' music.
We discussed steel wool sweaters and Hey Ya.
You also listened about my love. Though you knew it before I did.
We hung out once. We tipped with a dollar ring, but only got water. We made a poem together to read on this outing. I chickened out.
That was 5 1/2 years ago.
We always had different friends then.
You cut your hair and went with some guy from the 'ville. So I didn't see you for a while.
Your hugs aren't always warm now, but I wouldn't hold that against you.
We shared a box in the jungle. At least once a week back then.
I would still chicken out before reading that poem today.
I was very scared back then.
I didn't know if you were scared. I don't think you said anything if you were.
You are pretty brave I would say.
We had the same face sometimes. Long hair. Weird clothes.
I didn't know many people in the jungle, but probably the same amount as you.
We spent time together in our special box.
We could stitch and surge in that box. Though I think only I did that.
We were new friends. The box brought us together. And the mother of the box made us feel comfortable.
Sometimes we traveled to other boxes.
Spaces with armies and endearing people. Others with exploding rings, burned wood, and Vegetables' music.
We discussed steel wool sweaters and Hey Ya.
You also listened about my love. Though you knew it before I did.
We hung out once. We tipped with a dollar ring, but only got water. We made a poem together to read on this outing. I chickened out.
That was 5 1/2 years ago.
We always had different friends then.
You cut your hair and went with some guy from the 'ville. So I didn't see you for a while.
Your hugs aren't always warm now, but I wouldn't hold that against you.
We shared a box in the jungle. At least once a week back then.
I would still chicken out before reading that poem today.