It stared with a handshake,
And ended with a hug--
With coffee stains on tables,
And your smile on a mug.
It started with a crash,
And ended with an angel--
With an overturned car,
And skin-piercing hell.
It started with a chorus,
And ended with a note--
I room full of applause,
And a cold winters coat.
It started with a scratch,
And ended with blood--
With a long leather chair,
And long scars with a moral of mud.
It started with a meow,
And ended with a friend--
Cuddles by the fire,
And plenty of warmth to lend.
It started with a dance,
And ended with a shove--
Warmth from hot-chocolate,
With the old, worn out glove.
It started with an accident,
And ended with a grin--
True love is beauty,
You can win.
It started with a smile,
And ended with a tear--
Flashback memories of your lips,
And I love you, dear.
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Know This (A Book of Poetry)
PoesíaThese are just poems about everything, but mostly about my teenage love angst.