Dead Doves and Their Pretty Corpses

A Pleasure to Remember

Oh my senior year sweetheart, such fond memories I have of you

It was the fall of '19, and I had just returned to our school.

I spent a year away being a big city jewel

At a school when compared to BHS's lake  was nothing but a pool.

We had sang a song of courtship together before, but this senior year it was much more calm and cool.

And you were so handsome and so beautiful.

I'll admit I was smaller back then

5'2 barely pushing 115 on heavy days a slim 110

But You were always much taller than me

Your hair was long thick and dark, I loved running my hands through it it filled me with glee

Your face was defined, symmetrical and slim

Your nose the perfect size for your face, by the gods you were made prim.

Your body was lean muscled and masculine

I adored the way you dressed you had style, you knew your way around instruments and hymns

The fire you lit in me filled me to the brim

And the cold winter was no longer that biting deep in

It was kept away by your warmth

And the heat of our hidden sin

But alas you belong to another

And for that I surmount. no matter how much my heart contends

For now I'll simply reminisce on what remains of our little game of play pretend

We were so young, barely adults of course we'd split in the end

But now I wonder if I should've fought more to bring us together, to amend

Even though religious differences of our families would never bend

Perhaps it's best it all came to and end

So I'm left with only pleasant memories of us way back then

When we were just barely done being children

Still fooling around in the halls and basements

The adrenaline of being caught running through our veins adjacent

Though we never quite made it past start

And I've moved on from dating instead focusing on my true arc

Oh what wonderful memories I have of you, my senior year sweet heart

I wish you nothing but good fortune and happiness, for in my mind you'll always remain art