a place, a smell, a memory....
the scent of chlorine lingering on our skin
tanlines that would never fade
tingling feelings and butterflies
your face looming closer
so nervious you almost missed
green tinted hair stuck to both our faces
a drop running down your nose
we giggled and fell into the grass
we'd be together forever
so full of inocence and hope
you took my hand
this time you didn't miss
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sweet Innocence
Posted by Morgan at 11:39 AM
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