it broke my heart when he went away...not sure i remember why he did....but i could never forget this first innocence of new love
He saw me at the carnival, I was with my friends
He ask a girlfriend who I was
Wondered if he could have my number
I was in awe, He liked me!
Shy and self-conscious I cast my eyes to the ground
Whenever he looked at me, he smiled
Back at school he began to show up at the my home room
And as I came out of English Lit
He walked me to the next class, staring at me all the while
I saw his beautiful brown eyes shining for me
and I know I blushed
I do now, just thinking of that moment in the halls
He was the first boy I ever kissed and it was good
Innocent and pure, warm and comforting
He kissed me like he was afraid I would break
And I kissed him back, my heart beating wildly
I remember putting my fingers to my lips afterward
Trying to recapture that kiss
And at home in my bedroom, yes
I think I kissed my mirror, pretending it was him
I don't remember why we parted,
But we did as most first loves do
Even now it is a sweet memory
My first kiss, my first love...and I will always treasure it.
Poetry by BlueyedSoul
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Written on 2006-09-24 at 02:17
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Stone ~ First Love Challenge
Stone, was his name...that's how I remember himHe saw me at the carnival, I was with my friends
He ask a girlfriend who I was
Wondered if he could have my number
I was in awe, He liked me!
Shy and self-conscious I cast my eyes to the ground
Whenever he looked at me, he smiled
Back at school he began to show up at the my home room
And as I came out of English Lit
He walked me to the next class, staring at me all the while
I saw his beautiful brown eyes shining for me
and I know I blushed
I do now, just thinking of that moment in the halls
He was the first boy I ever kissed and it was good
Innocent and pure, warm and comforting
He kissed me like he was afraid I would break
And I kissed him back, my heart beating wildly
I remember putting my fingers to my lips afterward
Trying to recapture that kiss
And at home in my bedroom, yes
I think I kissed my mirror, pretending it was him
I don't remember why we parted,
But we did as most first loves do
Even now it is a sweet memory
My first kiss, my first love...and I will always treasure it.
Poetry by BlueyedSoul
Read 502 times
Written on 2006-09-24 at 02:17
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