With the pinkie finger [poem]

WITH THE PINKIE FINGER

I remember those golden days

Still stuck on our childish ways;

Silly grins on our dirty faces

Me crying from your bullies and teases.

Thumb-wrestling was our favorite sport,

Tracing our steps, back and forth

While finding cracks on the paving stones,

By the pond near my home, rocks were thrown.

The tree house we built on the only tree

On the field we used to run so free

Of wild flowers you often said was like me,

Beautiful though only few could see.

When we're tired from playing, on the tree house we sleep

I wake you up by tickling your side;

We talked about our feelings down deep,

Here from the bitter world we hide.

With the pinkie finger we swore every time,

We'll always be the best of friends,

Our friendship overstepped the limit line,

But eventually childhood ends.

And now we're aging it's not the same

They said no more childish games;

Awkward air pollutes our special link

The crack between us grew more distinct.

We're not innocent anymore, they say

It's not nice to see us together every day;

You're a boy, I'm a girl, and we're different

But we still don't care anyway.

We had continued from seeing each other

And I stopped looking at you as my brother;

Forgive me but I can't stop my heart

I don't even know where to start.

I love you and it's not another game

That you or I should toy and play;

I don't care if you don't feel the same

Our bond is worth the price I pay.

On your best and worst, I would be there

Always remember that you're loved somewhere;

When everyone left and the clouds are gray

With the pinkie finger, I swear I would stay.

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:)))))) first poem here. please be nice...... i just made it last night. :)))