They’re chipping off people like ice
Melting away Popsicle souls
Leaving us out in the sun until
Our creamsicle hearts drip down our bodies
Like ice cream cones
Tender is the summer night
How warm air makes us feel invincible
And truth or dare kisses are fleeting forevers
On the lips of teen beauty queens
whose souls have not yet fully formed.
But there are briefcases in the hands of the boys and girls they love
that leave paper trails down to spring lakes
And once they’ve jumped in
All will be said and done
And all will be said and done.