March 2010
1 post
maybe you
An awkward smile From her virgin lips Sprung a stream of emotions From his young heart. With a slow movement He took his hand in hers And softly pulled her along As they walked. With a squeeze of his hand She let him go And danced away Into the sun. He felt childish as he chased her, Caught in a childish game Of make-believe And hide-and-seek. He found her lying in the grass With...