Poetry Blog by Melan Drifter (something new)

 

We started out small

baby steps

we went from holding hands

to hugging

you weren’t used to it

it was foreign to us both

but we decided to jump in the same boat

slowly we start to row

kisses

to cuddling

we still have a ways to go

even if we aren’t always leveled

we still find ourselves rowing the same boat.

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