On Monday we met, our eyes fixated on one another, eager to know more On Tuesday we talked, twiddling our thumbs, fidgeting in our seats, pondering on the right things to say On Wednesday we hugged, your arms held me close, heartbeats in sync, I felt myself floating On Thursday we kissed, our lips gravitated towards each other, like the moon and the sea, the connection was natural On Friday we confessed, three little words wrapped around our ears, forever tattooed in our minds On Saturday you disappeared, no note, no call, no text not a trace of you left that I could still hold on to On Sunday I cried, my heart still beats, but never the same way, would you ever give me a reason if I ever asked "Why?"
Just a cheeky poem about first love... :P Constructive Criticism and feedback is welcomed and appreciated :)