

Just With This Just with thisJust With This by ~notlaura
Sticky fingers (as a result of my popsicle)
Griping the handlebars of my bicyle,
Can't swipe the hair out of my eyes
As we bike through a feild of fireflies
Stars are blinking into view
(A moment that I'd share with few)
The smell of honeysuckle in the air
Makes me forget how the world's so unfair
I get off the bike after we pull over
And lay down in a feild of clover
Let's watch a horse graze in a lonely pasture
And wish that I could be happy ever after
My shoe's untied and I play with the laces
And I almost wish I never had to see anymore faces
I'm so tired of hurt, so tired of pain
I smile to see my knee with