He was seven
And I was five
We were there,
young and alive
Our bruised little elbows
scrapes on our shins
Our badges of honor
when we'd chase the wind
The skies we'd bottle
to barter and sell
The sea we'd steal
the lies we'd tell
Our crayoned world
Our stretched out time
Our invincible storms
Our destinies' rhyme
Each fear had a face
Each joy, a tear
Being close had no opposite
because he was here
Life was big
And we were small
Had morselled moments
And that was all
Naive summers broken
At season's brutal shore
Alive still, but not seven
Or five anymore
And I was five
We were there,
young and alive
Our bruised little elbows
scrapes on our shins
Our badges of honor
when we'd chase the wind
The skies we'd bottle
to barter and sell
The sea we'd steal
the lies we'd tell
Our crayoned world
Our stretched out time
Our invincible storms
Our destinies' rhyme
Each fear had a face
Each joy, a tear
Being close had no opposite
because he was here
Life was big
And we were small
Had morselled moments
And that was all
Naive summers broken
At season's brutal shore
Alive still, but not seven
Or five anymore
Comments
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I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
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