That I can finally be myself around you
You have turned out exactly as I expected
You realized too late
How ardently I cared for you
In our rose thorn, sun baked,
Thistle and beer bottle childhood
But I am all woman now
And what a man you have become
It has not yet been a decade
But it feels like an eternity
Since our childhood escapades
First love, golden boy
And though your apologies come
Years too late, I do not mind
But don’t step any closer, old friend
You and I both know, I think
It is now my turn
To be too good for you.
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