New

In those perfect awkward moments
The lingering tendrils of laughter
With your curly hair in a wicked mess
I swear I felt something more
Than just a kiss goodbye and a savage hangover
I felt your presence
Friendly, timid, playful
Yearning to be accepted
And in that moment, I could've
Would've
Should've
Held you close and called you mine

This poem is about: 
Me

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