Laid on our backs, looking at the sky,
Small talk and clouds drift on by.
Laid in the heat of mid July sun,
Gazing at your face knowing, you are the one.
Soft breeze and quiet stillness,
Does life get any better than this?
Birds chirp there nothing songs,
No more past, no more wrongs.
Shrewd squirel scampers up a tree,
Look at us both finaly free.
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They say you always remember your first kiss.
So why can’t I remember mine?
I remember the person,
I remember her hair,
The way her mouth was narrow and shaped like a heart.
But I can’t remember when that mouth first touched mine.
I remember the words she spoke,
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They say
the first love is the most important.
That's very romantic
but it's not the case with me.
There was something between us yet there wasn't.
It transpired and expired.
My hands don't tremble,
when I stumble upon small mementos
......
A thousand and thirty days,
Since I first felt that spark—
The butterflies, the rush,
The excitement lighting up the dark.
We shared the simplest things,
A laugh, a smile, a late-night call,
And in those moments, in the quiet,
We had everything, after all.
They say, "How can you miss
......
Eight long rows still left to explore,
My obese cart makes me worry.
"Hey, can you reach these hellebore? "
A little voice asked all merry.
Cute tomatoes adorning charm;
I obeyed her, feeling sorry.
First time I checked-out at her arm,
Off for a place far from dreary.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip
......
Even as a child I found the mysteries more
fascinating than the facts – the notion that
the Hanging Gardens of Babylon once existed
opened wide my mind’s eye and sent me off
on the surf of curiosity out to where the
imagination bobbles loose on the rip tide of
dreams – facts numbed my senses and made
me howl to escape the orthodoxy of formulae
to wander out to where science meets magic,
out to where unknowns lace our knowledge
......
A thousand and thirty days,
Since I first felt that spark—
The butterflies, the rush,
The excitement lighting up the dark.
We shared the simplest things,
A laugh, a smile, a late-night call,
And in those moments, in the quiet,
We had everything, after all.
They say, "How can you miss
......
my one embarrassment; i hate you.
i hate the way even the thought of you made my heart stutter,
the way you made me think life is better as two.
how the thought of that made me misstep, blushing at my blunder.
i hate you wholeheartedly,
even though it hurts a bit to say,
regardless if it was because of something said belatedly,
and that i was the one who had to pay.
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Seconds slash sadness,
moments melt.
Consumed by time
fallen faces fade… aside from hers
Salted streams shower sweetest smiles,
enshrined in aged eyes.
Tortured tongue longs the kiss,
matured in lips of memory.
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To my first love,
I've loved you since I was just 13,
When I heard your voice, my heart was keen.
Memories of our time together,
Still bring me joy, no matter the weather.
But guilt weighs heavy on my mind,
For what happened to us, so unkind,
I tried my best to prevent our fall,
But you still have a place in my heart, after all.
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