Tell me a story.
Of two young people,
a nondescript guy and girl,
crossing paths yet again for only a short time.
Tell me a story
where he found a reason to stop
and look, really look,
before cautiously reaching out.
And she,
in search of that recognition
that once came with glances in the mirror,
found what she was looking for
and even more than that.
Tell me a story
of infinite blue eyed stares,
interlocked fingers,
midnight embraces
and rainfall on locked lips.
Of a stack of scribbled notes
stored on the stand next to the bed
and so many secretive smiles,
the calming of a storm
and a home, finally,
a home within encircled arms.
Of bringing to life
the fire inside
that had for years been nothing
but submissive embers,
of lives gone from a simple
Hello
to I miss you; don't let go.
Where he taught her to love
first herself,
and then another.
Tell me a story
of happiness
that has no ending.
Tell me the story of us.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
Tell me a story.
Of two young people,
a nondescript guy and girl,
crossing paths yet again for only a short time.
Tell me a story
where he found a reason to stop
and look, really look,
before cautiously reaching out.
And she,
in search of that recognition
that once came with glances in the mirror,
found what she was looking for
and even more than that.
Tell me a story
of infinite blue eyed stares,
interlocked fingers,
midnight embraces
and rainfall on locked lips.
Of a stack of scribbled notes
stored on the stand next to the bed
and so many secretive smiles,
the calming of a storm
and a home, finally,
a home within encircled arms.
Of bringing to life
the fire inside
that had for years been nothing
but submissive embers,
of lives gone from a simple
Hello
to I miss you; don't let go.
Where he taught her to love
first herself,
and then another.
Tell me a story
of happiness
that has no ending.
Tell me the story of us.
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