since the day we kissed on the grass
you seemed far away from me.
i didn't know what to do,
or how to have you again.i even hung out with marzia,
we made it on the ground,
i kind of regretted that,
she didn't deserve my bad intentions.i remember she even said
people who read hide themselves.
remember what i told you on the lake?
all i did there, in the hidden spot, was read.the truth, i was feeling empty,
so i wrote you a note,
i left it in your room,
under your door.i was glad you responded,
but intrigued by the way
you said to me to grow up,
and you could meet me again.i waited all day,
watching the clock hands,
they were moving slow,
i wanted both on twelve.
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summer 83 & peaches
Fanfictionif elio perlman had written poems about the summer of 83...