I want to make your palm grow trees and vines
Like the signs we missed saying "No turn on red"
In my head your still the same
Five years old, missing teeth, gleaming.
Icecream drip drip drip down the cheeks
and the weeks I'd miss school and pretend to be an adult.
We'd play dolls in a townhouse in a neighborhood that was manufactured.
My eyes getting misty as I think about the times we'd hide under my bed
and tell eachother fake vows and promises of marriage and happily ever after
Now we're adults.
And here you are...
Standing up against gay marriage.
I guess you were always good at lying at me.
Who are you?
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