The first time I met him,
His voice sounded like honey.
He was one of the people that you could listen to for hours with no problem.
My name rolled off his tounge and I started to think about his tounge more and more.
Aparently he felt the same, and invtied me to his house when his mom was at work.
He put on some quite rap music and gave me a beer.
I had drank champagne with my parents on holidays, but I didn't like the taste.
We sat on the couch for a few minutes before he leaned in and moved my hair behind my back.
He started kissing my neck and layed me down on the couch.
He moved to my mouth,
and I was surprised his tounge didn't taste sweet.
We did this every day for a few months.
We both enjoyed ourselves.
One day after we had been doing this for about a month he sta up and said
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"I thought I already was."
We chuckled and continued.
I spent my afternoons lying on the couch with Noah.
After kissing for two months we started to talk.
He told me about himself and why he moved here.
He told me about how his mom was a prostitute and he didn't know who his dad was.
We talked about the kind of socks I like to wear.
I told him everything and he did the same.
Sometimes we didn't speak,
We just laid and listened to music.
He held my hand at school and we walked home together.
When people were mean to me, or boys looked and me the wrong way
he stood up for me.
He changed my life from hell to heaven.
Now I can't belive he's gone.
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The Boy Down the Road
PoetryFor everyone in the DC/Maryland area, you probably know about Noah Marks who was killed recently in a drunk driving accident. I didn't know him personally, but I saw him onstage and I knew many people who spoke of him very fondly. He was a truly ama...
