Picture a girl
Innocent in all ways
Her shy eyes cast down
Breathless as he hugs her close
She thanks god
Because nothing
       has ever felt this good
She breathes in his scent
As his finger say all
that needs to be said
She then realized she was in love
In love with his hands
She knew it couldn’t last
It was going by so fast
She wanted to keep him in a jar
Letting him go was so hard
Didn’t Romeo and Juliet have to part? But what good did it do?
They both died, wretched apart.
                    -KC