The prettiest thing was when
You spat into old milk bottles.
At the time I was six, and I was at the museum downtown, the milk bottles smelled
Like neglect, or that was just
How I feel in introspect.
You where my only friend, whose wit and beauty was only for my eyes, you smiled
When We stared at those things
That belonged to the downtown
You had a wonderful idea and you tugged at my hand telling me with you're laughter that
The prettiest thing was when
You spat into old milk bottles.
At the time I was six, and I was at the museum downtown, the milk bottles smelled
Like neglect, or that was just
How I feel in introspect.
You where my only friend, whose wit and beauty was only for my eyes, you smiled
When We stared at those things
That belonged to the downtown
You had a wonderful idea and you tugged at my hand telling me with you're laughter that