Mar 2017
I miss
the slow dances
the awkward glances
the heat of the chase
the pace to anticipate
as the world stops, unwinds
when you find
yourself
falling in love
for the first time.
the slow dances
the awkward glances
the heat of the chase
the pace to anticipate
as the world stops, unwinds
when you find
yourself
falling in love
for the first time.
written 1/29/17
(33/F/Louisiana)
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