When we were still in high school
You and I would stray away from the rest of our friends
And meet in the most imaginable of places
Do you remember that little piece of sand by the sea no one knew about?
Our kisses there tasted like salt and wind
And I could still smell the bonfire and feel the scrathy sand beneath my feet
Even when I was back home in my room
If I could freeze time and capture this moment, I'd do it
I'd take us and our little meeting spot and trap us in an hour glass
Which would count the time on the outside but keep us the same inside of it
Our very own little forever
YOU ARE READING
incandescent
PoetryBecause our love was like a fire: sometimes we let it consume us, and others we made it shine. A collection of poems.
