Hey
Do you remember
November 11th
We slipped along the ice
And our faces went red
But before we went to bed
You gave me something niceWhen we stood on my doorstep
You said hey
I know it's kinda late
But there's something I need to do
When we stood on my doorstep
I burned bright red
And before I went to bed
I got something nice from youNo nothing could compare
That night we danced on ice
We went hand in hand
All the way to my door
Where you gave me something more
No way
Could something ever compare
To how beautiful this was
The kiss you gave me
Along with your love
On my doorstep that night
When we danced on the ice_____*~•🦋•~*_____
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-things i wrote-
PoetryI probably wrote the majority of these on the bus to school because I ran out of data.