All she wanted to do was
Spend time with him at his house
Watching crappy chick flicks on the couch
And the only thing she wore was his blue button down
and white socks
And they would talk about life
and their dreams and goals
Then the night would fall upon them
And he would grab her hand
And lead her to the bedroom
Where they laid down together
And he held her close
As if it would be the last time he would ever hold her
And they slept peacefully
And when the morning arrived
They did it all over again
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The Life of Me
PoetryI'm just a teenage girl, trying to make sense of this crazy world.