That first look we exchanged, soon followed by a smile. Ice-cream dripping down your chin, making its way to places I want my lips to be.
You knew.
A laugh, a dirty napkin, a hand holding mine. A day just to ourselves--no one there to interrupt the fun we were having but just you and me and butterflies.
You knew.
A knowing grin, eyes hiding behind sunglasses. You asked me something you already knew the answer to, and I said yes, I wanted to. I wanted you.
And you knew.
YOU ARE READING
What I've Never Told You ✔
Poetry❝why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?❞ ➢ a collection of poetry ∙ ∙ ∙ I stopped writing. There was no real reason for it, but for some reason, I just did. No words on paper anymore, no way to let my thoughts out. I kept eve...
