firsts
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I love how your hand fits in mine, I love how your smile can light up a room, I love how your eyes shine in the sun light, I love when your Eyes meet mine. You are the Ronald to my Hermine.
We all have only one life to live,
And whether we like it or not - that life is what we have to give.
But throughout that life i believe many forget to notice,
The things both little and big that happen to us.
If we had world enough, and time,
we'd ditch this town and get lost
in this beautifully dangerous realm.
The beaches and woods do not overwhelm,
and enters the chance to explore.
This is the first poem we ever wrote,
And you'd be surprised to know,
Our story started on Christmas,
At 22:22, yes.
It was difficult to go,
but easy to throw.
This is the first song we ever wrote,
Up I go
Onto my own two feet
My first time
My first step
I pulled myself up
But then I fell
I began to cry
But my mom pulled me up
"Don't cy"
She said
Might I relate to you?
Could you feel the way I do?
Just slip me a smile-
it's all it takes
to leave me up- wide awake
A flicker-
a glance
my chance-
to lean in
a kiss
