Gentle

by kelseyxwebb

February 22, 2018

Instead of giving me a necklace

Made up of his hands

We sit in his Grand Cherokee

And listen to our favorite bands

Instead of holding my leash, I mean my wrist

And dragging me around

He doodles on my body with his fingertips

Without making a sound

Instead of choosing Counter Strike

over my voice on the phone

He listens to me talk for hours

And asks about my birthstone

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Comments (2)

kelseyxwebbFeb 27, 2018

<p>this is about my new boyfriend, kaelen. and thank you so much! I feel like nobody ever uses the comment feature on this site and it makes me sad. you made my day! </p>

obullockFeb 27, 2018

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