happiness was a
concept we both had yet
to understand
and our rebellious
minds grasped
each other for a hope
to reach it
I remember just
you
everyday reaching
for my fingers
digging deep into
my psyche
asking for attention
and
I remember thinking:
this
this is love
But love was
another word for lust
back then
and we’ve yet
to kiss again
-DDF
I have writer's block :( I'm sorry this *****