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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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Intertwined
I held your handYou 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
Read 574 times
Written on 2009-05-22 at 01:52
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