the first was in a dream
a ride in the clouds
then a slow circling waltz
and when we met in the centre I
kissed you.
the second was gradual
when the pink summer haze gave way
to a cold winter
and yet the warmth lingered
between our tangled fingers.
the third was a firework
when I saw you across the cafeteria
and the way you smiled
was as sweet as
the coffee that I left with.
i wonder what the fourth will be
and I know that it will come
but yet I can't help but wonder
if one day this warmth will
stay.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
the first was in a dream
a ride in the clouds
then a slow circling waltz
and when we met in the centre I
kissed you.
the second was gradual
when the pink summer haze gave way
to a cold winter
and yet the warmth lingered
between our tangled fingers.
the third was a firework
when I saw you across the cafeteria
and the way you smiled
was as sweet as
the coffee that I left with.
i wonder what the fourth will be
and I know that it will come
but yet I can't help but wonder
if one day this warmth will
stay.
I haven't written in a while but this wanted to be penned. I don't usually write about romance but this is about all the girls I've ever loved or crushed on. Maybe that's enough to excuse me just this once