puppy love
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I know that I just met you,
but I also know that what I feel is true.
All of the traits I hate is what you have,
but funny how this heart told me it's love.
It's been only a month since we started talking,
All of your time is spent in just the same placesSo you hear the same voices everywhereThe faces you pass by are familiar facesAnd you think one of them is for you to take care
Why is it that I can sense a snake in the grass and will run in the opposite direction
but when I felt you inching closer and closer to me I watched you like a National Geographical special, a child mesmerized by the carnival rides
Sometimes you just have one of those days
Where absolutely nothing is going your way
you bombed that science test
you spilt juice on your shirt
you scraped your knee
dropped your ice cream on the dirt
Loving you was my best mistake,
a beautiful affliction.
Nothing could have prepared
me for what was to come.
You came unexpected, filling a desire I never knew I
had.
Her smile is the beauty of nature at its best, when leaves are ripe and the trees are at rest. Grin perl white and shines with glee, like a deep night sky it's a must on what you see. Waves with ponder that's brown
Feburary 27, 2012 a Facebook message notification
It read "HBD". She didn't know who it was so she just replied with a thank you and went away.
Little did she know that was her first encounter with her first love.
A love I once honed
Is now a memory long forgotten;
With how quick I lost it,
Or even rid of it-
Was it lust instead?
Cradled in my plams
Had been a lingering hope
That the past would reverse
Everyday I see you
and everyday you look at me
Everyday we talk
we argue and laugh together
Everyday i bump you
and everyday you bump me
Yet it feels at though you have never seen me
I never thought that I could feel this way
I never really searched for this feeling
- None worthy to share it with anyway
But I stumbled on it, now I’m tingling
They call it puppy love,
A simple infatuation,
That falling head over heels,
And loss of concentration
Like they never felt it before,
Like they’ve never felt their hearts beating wild like a drum,
The first love poem
Inscribed on a clay tablet
By Sumerians
Does not speak of
Candy hearts or kisses or
Perfumed nothings
That make your heart beat and your
Cheeks flush hotly red.
(poems go here) Laying on your chest,
Playing in your hair.
With you I am at my best.
But I would never dare speak—I would never dare say,
The three words that keep—Reoccurring in my head.
