This, is my first ever poem on Wattpad. I hope you like it, because I really do.
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He holds her hand tight and close,
To his heart.
The breeze it blows,
Her blonde locks sticking,
To her chap-stick protected lips.
The cold air leaves wisps of white,
Trailing behind them –
Ghosts of their breath.
He lifts her hand to his mouth and whispers,
“You always, will mean the most”.
The dead leaves crunch,
Underneath their different coloured
Chucks.
She smiles,
Looking up under her ginger eyelashes,
That matches the leaves that float
Around them.
And from one glance,
His heart warms,
Like a stoked fire.
No-one could re-create this feeling.
He pushes back the vines,
Opening up their memories.
“This is where we met”
She murmurs.
She remembers.
He squeezes her hand.
“Yes, you remember…”
“How could I forget?”
A boy,
Sat by himself,
Cries.
The ginger girl sees him,
“Are you ok?”
She sits beside him,
He is silent as he looks at her,
Through his tear-filled eyes
He shakes his head.
“Well, I will make you better.”
She leans across,
And pecks his cheek.
He smiles.
“That was the moment.”
She looks at him.
“It was for me too.”
He reaches across,
Tracing the outline of her lips,
Her skittle flavoured breath
Fanning across his fingers.
He shivers.
He moves in closer,
Getting lost in her ice blue eyes,
He feels like hes paralysed.
The words fly out.
“I love you.”
Silence, he deflates –
The warmth extinguished.
The flame is re-lighted.
Her cracked lips press against his.
“I love you too.”
The moisture fills,
And heals the cracks of her lips.
She smiles and he smiles too.
