And in the middle of
second period
I was constantly reminded
of everything we have been through
together and alone.
The laughs.
The sexy stares.
The fights.
Our first kiss.
Hands cupping my cheeks.
Our second kiss.
Hands around my waist.
Our third kiss.
Hands in secret places.
But I have learned
to accept
how much you did not care.
Though with all our
other memories
I am having a hard time
discovering
that it is quite a hard time
forgetting you.
~Me
YOU ARE READING
Hush
RomanceWelcome to my poem page. Welcome to my life. Welcome to my love. Welcome to my sadness. Welcome to the life of the over-thinkers, dreamers, lovers, depression-ists, and the ones who need a friend. These are for those people.
