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HIM


He looks at me and see my emotions.

I's like he has a key to my soul.

He sees my pain and scars.

But his soul stays guarded.

I gently place a hand on his cheek.

But he pulls away.

It killes me when he pulls away.

Before I could recover he kissed me.

I didn't know what else to do but kiss him back.

His lips were soft and sweet.

He pulls away too soon making me want more.

He knew I didn't want to get hurt.

Neither does he.

I had forgotten I was in the school parking lot 

Everyone was staring making me blush.

He just shot me a boyish grin.

He just let everyone know I was his.

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