in the year you were mine

No Disclaimers

It was Earth day all the time.

Softly we'd speak Spanish.

Green spinning around

us on a tire swing.

A Jamba Juice smoothie

watered down by the rain.

On the day I didn't listen,

in the year you were mine,

you consoled me with smooches

and gave leave for the witches

to let the sunshine break the clouds.

And in the second when that happened,

on the day I didn't listen

in the year you were mine,

I swear a rainbow cut across the sky

and a straight line through my heart.
Through my heart,

we'd eat berries for an

hour and plan to execute

mustardseeds.

The berries stained my lips purple

stained your lips red

stained your fingertips pink

stained me tan in the sun

In the year when I might have had someone.