Playground Confidential

I'll be Superman if you'll be Lois Lane,

Flying you to the monkey bars, teaching you to hang.

When your knees begin to ache, I'll be your doctor,

Patting dirt salve to ease the pain and make it softer.

Scuffing our Mary Janes, spinning 'til we're dizzy,

Sitting in the grass, our skirts soft and flimsy.

No one has to know— if it's just pretend.

This world we’ve built where the magic never ends.