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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