bev,
last night was beautiful.
when we held hands
under the desk,
your soft pale hands
in my big red fingers,
my heart did a cartwheel.
you asked me if i
was ok,
and the kindness in your
calm blue eyes
is not something i'll
ever forget.
YOU ARE READING
postcards / benverly
Fanfictionin which ben and bev write each other poems on postcards and put them in each others' lockers, every day. (lowercase intended)
