(Just for further context of the poem the font style- bold- him saying ; not bold- her saying )
They were in mid-way
Of their usual chaste kiss
Teenage love, what do you expect?
In that old dusty classroom,
His hands on her waist,
She was standing tip-toed,
The hem of her top just enough to show some skin,
His hands grazed,
Chills went down her spine.
"I love you", he said,
Tucking back some strands of her flicks,
Cupping her face, thumb grazing her collarbone,
She didn't know the butterflies people talked about, were real?
She was so confused, so elated, so overwhelmed altogether,
Of course,
She'd been confessed to, for the first time.
5 months together,
And the first "I love you".
He saw it in her eyes,
"you don't have to say it back now."
"but, - I-, but I do-"
the best orator in the school stuttering for the first time in her life,
" I know honey, I know ",
Tears lining her eyes now,
A knowing smile on his lips,
Seconds passed, minutes ticked,
Just looking at each other like that,
"like what?" you'd ask,
Looking at each other like,
Just that one stare is enough,
No words are needed furthermore,
That the love inside you could drown you any moment
That the silence was awkward no more,
Rather, it had never been so comfortable, so enough.
Is this how love feels?
so, a little different writing style. Tell me how you like it. please comment.
Love,
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YOU ARE READING
Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.
PoetryShort Original Poems!! Written some from imaginary situations, some from real life circumstances. Poetry doesn't need descriptions!!! YOU NEED TO LOOK INSIDE & READ. Also if you're going to read be ready for the "roller coaster kinda rush"...
