Thinking about you
Is my guilty pleasure.
I hate that I do it.,
But I can't help myself.
I indulge in your image
Lashes, rosey cheeks,
Soft fingers pretending
Not to know they're so
Close to mine
So close
Let our fingers touch
Do not starve me
Any longer.
Like smoking a dark
Cigarette,
So bad for me
But such a relief
Such a high.
High on your scent
Drunk on your
Presence
Look at what you do to me
So unfair.
I don't do this to you.
Do you know how I feel?
Do you do this unknowingly,
Or on purpose?
I'm thinking too deep.
Back to your face.
Back to your hands.
Back to back on the soft grass
Do I tell you how I feel?
Or do I keep killing myself
Just to make eye contact?
Is it worth it anymore?
But just one glimpse of your hands
Little pink fingertips
A little pink on your cheeks
A little smile on your lips.
No, you don't know
Let's keep it that way,
This green leaf
Summertime
Sundress
Innocence.
Yes, let's keep it this way.
Teens--kids--forever,
Still more to grow
Still more to learn.
Young love.
Let's keep it this way.
You pinkie promise to marry me
And then laugh.
Looking at you now,
You don't remember that promise
Do you?
You don't remember what it's like
To hold my hand
The way I remember yours.
You don't remember,
But I remember,
I wish you hadn't forgotten
Young love.
But let's keep it this way.
YOU ARE READING
A collection of Poetry by a Teenage Girl
No FicciónCall me Lo. I've made the decision to put my poetry out there for a few reasons, though it's not so great. -Another teenage girl will see this and relate to some of my poetry and know she isn't alone and her feelings aren't invalid -Those who choose...
