teenage love
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I love you…
But things may never be
Barely see you now
You still mean so much to me
My love is unconditional
Wish I could propose to you
Make our love official
Etched in stone
I never was one for roller coasters,
I like my feet firmly on the ground, thanks.
But I’ve bought a ticket,
I’m going to ride,
so push your fucking mood swing higher.
Look, ma,
no hands.
No one understands why I love you.
So, allow me to put it into words.
You were the air I breathed,
The blood that ran through my veins,
The water in my cup.
We Might've Been
We might've been the curving night
- dim, blinding and empty
We might've been your mother's knife
- sharp, hard but flimsy
We might've been the tiled floors
People find sanctuary in material things
like money or objects that remain
temporary.
My sanctuary though, is in his smile
or his eyes that are
patterned
like a kalioscope.
Her smile is the beauty of nature at its best, when leaves are ripe and the trees are at rest. Grin perl white and shines with glee, like a deep night sky it's a must on what you see. Waves with ponder that's brown
Feburary 27, 2012 a Facebook message notification
It read "HBD". She didn't know who it was so she just replied with a thank you and went away.
Little did she know that was her first encounter with her first love.
A love I once honed
Is now a memory long forgotten;
With how quick I lost it,
Or even rid of it-
Was it lust instead?
Cradled in my plams
Had been a lingering hope
That the past would reverse
Everyday I see you
and everyday you look at me
Everyday we talk
we argue and laugh together
Everyday i bump you
and everyday you bump me
Yet it feels at though you have never seen me
I never thought that I could feel this way
I never really searched for this feeling
- None worthy to share it with anyway
But I stumbled on it, now I’m tingling
The first love poem
Inscribed on a clay tablet
By Sumerians
Does not speak of
Candy hearts or kisses or
Perfumed nothings
That make your heart beat and your
Cheeks flush hotly red.
(poems go here) Laying on your chest,
Playing in your hair.
With you I am at my best.
But I would never dare speak—I would never dare say,
The three words that keep—Reoccurring in my head.
