He Perks Me Up
When the day is long and filled with hurt
I lay in my bed and remember things that make my lips perk
Like today I spilled hot water across my hand
I remember the time when he bought me that red head band
he said it would look lovely in my dark curly locks
but I thought it looked ugly and I pushed it and mocked
with a quick trick hug, he put it on my head
and when I looked in the mirror my heart had to dread
cause as I looked at myself and I saw him behind me
he was so amused that I looked silly, that he had tried to blind me
with his cute big lips that bared his admiring smile
I couldn't remove that, so I kept that stupid head band on for a while
so there I laid in my bed all covered and spread
and the hurt from my hand had started to fled
that I had to smirk to myself about the past
cause I think without him, I'd probably wouldn't have last.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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