If all else fails, maybe the one thing you love most (poetry) can help me reach out to you.


Intertwined

I held your hand
You held mine
Intertwined
Pre-teen flirting

Your couch, your lap
My head, my hair
Intensity
Sleep until morning
Arms holding me

Soft lips
Cheek, head, neck
That's it
As far as I go

More than a kiss
A hug
A liking

Love
You said it first
In my head
In my heart
I agreed

Intertwined
You hold my hand
I hold yours
A close bond
Single feeling love

Nervous around you
Eyes suspicious
I think nothing of it
I was wrong

To my face you confess
It's all your fault
Not hers
You said it first

My heart shattered
Broken
Pieces apart

I'll miss you
You'll miss me
We'll be apart
Two cracked hearts

I held your hand
You held mine
Intertwined
One last time

Days pass
You ask
I answer

Of course I miss you
But it's not going to work
Your fault
You said it first

Weeks pass
Feelings still don't fade
They're still there
Stonewall standing

Months pass
You ask
I answer time after time

You get the point
You stop asking
Slight glances
Mild words
Small talk

Our hands
Yours and mine
Were marked with something
Thought to be another

For one hand still reaches out
And the other is
Intertwined
In the hands of some other girl




Poetry by muriel
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Written on 2009-05-22 at 01:52

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George Gere
pre-teen?

kinky.
2009-05-22