"Where do you want to live one day?"
I asked, gazing into her chocolate eyes.
"London," she quickly answered
Without much of a thought.
"Sounds beautiful,"
I said, taking my eyes to the cloudless sky.
She flips on to her stomach,
her hair fall to one side.
"Come with me,"
She whispers.
My eyes widen, my throat dries up,
Frozen from the sudden command.
"Of course," I whisper back,
Not putting much thought into it.
"Really?" she squeals getting up,
To jump on the grass.
She took ahold of my hand dragging me up,
hurrying to the play-set not letting me go.
Butterflies burn my stomach,
And sparks in my held hand.
I can feel my smile growing,
While we ran hand in hand.
Her laugh is like a childs,
Without a care in the world.
Like a butterfly who got her wings,
And never wants to land.
A childhood fantasy,
Becoming reality.
Maybe even Peter Pan,
And wanting to be young forever
Whatever she is I just want her to be mine,
And oddly enough I think I'm in love.
A cliche love,
Of one who falls for a friend.
But a soul needs those moments,
Else there would be no sand in this hourglass of life,
And this precious time is drifting away,
Whether we realize it or not.
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"Of course"
PoetrySamantha is in love with a girl who only thinks of her as a friend. She tries to show her affection but nothing is working. She is scared to tell Angelyn about her feelings but is tired of acting like everything is fine when to her nothing is. And f...
