Thumb Wrestling

speaking of you my words get stuck

somewhere between thought and throat

so i sit in silence with nothing but

my thoughts and my dare not hopes

i remember when we were kids

when all our days were experiments

all clumsy and messy and everything

an everyday waking dream

i miss those days...

no...

i miss you

I remember the first time i saw you

at the lake in your blue bathing suit

teaching kids with special needs

to stand on a pair of skis

i miss that day...

no...

i miss you

speaking of you my words get stuck

somewhere between thought and throat

so i sit in silence with nothing but

my thoughts and my dare not hopes

if i could just go back

and commit one single act

i would try to make you laugh

go i miss that joyful sound

i miss us sneaky going down

i wish you were still around

i miss those days...

no..

i miss you

i remember that time I got caught

picture of thumb wrestlers on my cock

your mom i thought she'd explode

she didn't but she smiled at me though

i miss those days...

no...

i miss you

yes i do

i miss you

i miss you