Leaves fade, honeyed autumn in the rich blue sky. Your laughter sways with the breeze, bubbly notes hanging in the air between us. The noise draws my eyes to your lips. My stomach flips.
Over.
And over.
I am new to this, and so are you. So we smile softly in the waning light of the sun. Simply existing, enjoying the presence of young love.
Growing.
And growing.
The dying season gives way to a blooming relationship. Two girls, of water and air, elements of the earth like any other.
Lovelier.
And lovelier.
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PoetryHer. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked poetry into the margines of her notebooks. She is each girl you fall for, each gi...
