Two Young Kids

“Two Young Kids”

 

The wind is blowing

The birds are chirping

The stream is moving

And in the middle of it all

Lies two lovers in embrace

 

The two loves

Lying

Sleeping

Kissing

Holding

 

It was the beginning

And end

The first

And last

Soon it’d end

 

It was two young kids

Experiencing love

And lust

And each other

All for the first time

 

Two young kids

Not knowing what they were doing

Only knowing

That this was right

And nothing else mattered

This poem is about: 
Me

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