The chirping of the crickets
the flashing light of the fireflies
transform the night into a majestique
The air felt sticky
while lovers were icky
My heart felt lighter than ever. .
However,
The grip from his hand felt tighter
Yet, warm at times
Being fifteen, sixteen and seventeen
Lot to perceive with your mind
It was a lovely year of seventy-nine
Our first kiss wasn’t a designer kiss
It was our signature moment
To blossom in the moonlight
Did we got it right
Oh yes we did!
It was the talk of the night
Two thousand and thirteen
A fine closure
To pawning memories
Goodbye my loves: My diamond rings
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
The chirping of the crickets
the flashing light of the fireflies
transform the night into a majestique
The air felt sticky
while lovers were icky
My heart felt lighter than ever. .
However,
The grip from his hand felt tighter
Yet, warm at times
Being fifteen, sixteen and seventeen
Lot to perceive with your mind
It was a lovely year of seventy-nine
Our first kiss wasn’t a designer kiss
It was our signature moment
To blossom in the moonlight
Did we got it right
Oh yes we did!
It was the talk of the night
Two thousand and thirteen
A fine closure
To pawning memories
Goodbye my loves: My diamond rings
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