Seven [Poem]

if you wish to romanticize the woman i became then say you’ll remember me standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset or you could begin at the beginning and it that case please picture me in the trees i hit my peak at seven feet in the swing over the creak i was too scared to jump in but i was high in the sky with pennsylvania under me are there still beautiful things sweet tea in the summer cross your heart and tеll no other and though I can’t recall your face i still’vе got live for you your braids make a pattern love you to the moon and to saturn passed down like folk songs your live lasts so long