first love

I miss

the slow dances

the awkward glances

the heat of the chase

the pace to anticipate

 

as the world stops, unwinds

when you find

yourself

falling in love

for the first time. 

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fantasy ►

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Little Bit

Mon 30th Jan 2017 14:30

thanks colin!

<Deleted User> (13762)

Mon 30th Jan 2017 08:14

Short and sweet, a lovely little poem.

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