The third time I looked in your eyes
It was because we were talking
I don't know who started it
Or what it was about
Or why that day we had finally responded to the flustered faces and fumbling hands
All I know is the third time was the highlight of the week
It was all I could think about
The pastures and skies and flames and ice were back
We talked
And talked
And talked
About everything and nothing
From our favorite colors to what had happened the day before
We seemed attached at the hip
And maybe we were
Desperate for the confirmation that whispered rumors and soft giggles were what people said they were
A breach in the dam that opened the floodgates
The tearing down of inhibitions and fears
That's what our third time locking eyes was to me
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The Beginning Of The End
Fiksi IlmiahThis is going to be a bunch of shitty poems and summaries that I write to cope with my life and the fact what could have been didn't. Maybe then when the end comes it won't hurt. THESE AREN'T EDITED. THESE ARE LATE NIGHT POEMS MEANT TO CLEAR MY MIN...
