Poetry Vent

Awkward

I jumped and summersaulted into a day dream

And our hands fidgeted

Creeping back and forth to each other unsure of what was too fast for the other

What was too forward

As they met

Our fingers interlaced

Your hand was cold as mine was shaking

I jumped in my seat

Your warmth met mine

As I leaned into your shoulder at the end

These awkward feelings of mine can't be measured

There's just so many things I hope I can do with you

And summersaulting through this daydream

A shiver falls through my misaligned back

Looking forward to the future with you