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Spring comes and with it comes baseball season.
You are the catcher and I am the pitcher’s little sister.
I love the pinstriped look and
Combined with your short dark hair and piercing blue eyes,
I'm hooked
You are MVP of the team.
You hit a homerun, and
Amidst the hugging, cheering and pats on the back from your teammates,
You find a moment to smile into the stands at me
And I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
It gets hot hot hot in the summer.
It is a whirlwind of movies, dinners,
parties,
nights in,
nights out,
breakfast dates, lunch dates,
ice cream dates, coffee runs,
hugging, kissing, spooning, making out,
the hot summer sun on our bare skins.
The leaves turn all shades of reds, yellows and oranges.
Fall brings change and things gradually cool
But to me it feels so sudden.
I wake up in the morning and you’re not the same person I fell asleep with last night.
The seasons change, but why did you have to?
Have I?
The wind cuts to my skin, cold and uncaring.
the cancelled dates,
the irritability,
lightening flashes in angry streaks across the otherwise gray and overcast sky.
the impatience,
the unanswered phone calls,
the lack of phone calls.
You wear your pinstripes for Halloween.
It starts to snow and everything freezes over.
The brisk air is painful against my chapped skin,
But nothing hurts me more than the cold and distance between us.
A blanket of snow surrounds and isolates everything.
Even your heart feels shielded by a sheath of ice.
The slopes are slippery and then we fell.
The sun goes down at the end of the day.
And on the field a voice yells,
Strike three! You’re out...
You are the catcher and I am the pitcher’s little sister.
I love the pinstriped look and
Combined with your short dark hair and piercing blue eyes,
I'm hooked
You are MVP of the team.
You hit a homerun, and
Amidst the hugging, cheering and pats on the back from your teammates,
You find a moment to smile into the stands at me
And I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
It gets hot hot hot in the summer.
It is a whirlwind of movies, dinners,
parties,
nights in,
nights out,
breakfast dates, lunch dates,
ice cream dates, coffee runs,
hugging, kissing, spooning, making out,
the hot summer sun on our bare skins.
The leaves turn all shades of reds, yellows and oranges.
Fall brings change and things gradually cool
But to me it feels so sudden.
I wake up in the morning and you’re not the same person I fell asleep with last night.
The seasons change, but why did you have to?
Have I?
The wind cuts to my skin, cold and uncaring.
the cancelled dates,
the irritability,
lightening flashes in angry streaks across the otherwise gray and overcast sky.
the impatience,
the unanswered phone calls,
the lack of phone calls.
You wear your pinstripes for Halloween.
It starts to snow and everything freezes over.
The brisk air is painful against my chapped skin,
But nothing hurts me more than the cold and distance between us.
A blanket of snow surrounds and isolates everything.
Even your heart feels shielded by a sheath of ice.
The slopes are slippery and then we fell.
The sun goes down at the end of the day.
And on the field a voice yells,
Strike three! You’re out...