We should be
under the ebony
holding each other
We should be
running- through the green,
exchanging smiles
instead, away we are
our eyes-merely meeting
our arms- merely touching
Words rarely given
Our bodies- strangers
To each other
the story ends,
before it even starts.
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Poetry- Youth.
PoetryThis volume contains poems of love, youth, loss and a variety of feelings that come with facing the sweetness as well as the bitterness of young love.
