Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2013
The blaring sun looked down on her crisp naturally beach blonde hair so powerfully that the boy who had a crush on her for the past 5 excruciating years of his 17 year life could see her from miles down the shore. That one day in the summer that everyone remembers. These days always just seemed to have that one extra cool, extra awesome, extra something, that we all searched for until the next boiling hot summer came around the corner. That one day at the beach was it for the boy. That day meant the world for him in many more way than a hundred, let alone one. It wasn’t because he got the girl in bed, got a date and won her in the end, or even kissed her. It was the day he understood what everyone had called “growing up”.
This is the beginning of a longer piece
Emma
Written by
Emma
450
   Claire R
Please log in to view and add comments on poems