Waves
Every stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
Every stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepen...