Her Lips
  • WpView
    Reads 7
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 24, 2016
WpInfo
Poetry
A Poem my First Love wrote me when we were together at 14 years old. For almost two years right before our 16th birthday we stopped all communication and havent spoken to one another for 6 almost 7 years. We are 21 years old now and some how reconnected and together better and stronger than ever. We were so young and dont even have a reason why we broke up. It just had ended and we stopped talking, plus my dad wasnt fond of me having a boyfriend and so we had to break up. As i was going through some boxes i had i found a poem he wrote me right before our 1 year anniversary at 15 years old. With his permission i am posting it online with his name. He would like me to have as a dedication of his love to me.
All Rights Reserved
#327
lips
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • I Fell in Love with a Bad Boy
  • Destined By Fate
  • A Lovable Disaster
  • limerence
  • Blue Strings - Will You Fall In Love, With Time?
  • what if you stop loving me?
  • CRIMINAL
  • For you
  • Beyond The Exterior
  • When There Was Me And You | Part 1

CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines