This is an idea, I've kicked around. Poem is super rough . . .
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The kind that my friends think ends at 3 PM
The one that keeps our parents up
Mom will never think you're good enough
Your dad thinks I'm bad news
Make out sessions and rounding second base
Our phone conversations are those long pauses
that is left by the sound of our breathing
Sneaking out on school nights, just to see you
When I wasted all my texts spelling our names with hearts and adding forever to the end
Dumping me on Friday only to go back out on Monday
I'll wear button down shirts and too much cologne
bra-less days made our lives so much easier
Jealousy will follow us out the halls
They'd talk more about us then we do talking about us
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