Walking Home

Posted: January 7, 2015 in on relationships, Poetry
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When walking
home from school,
when she let you hold her hand,
that first moment
the sky exploded with the beauty of her,
so scared,
you purposely avoided looking in her eyes,
those first few steps,
until head tucked,
a glance,
and she was smiling
knowing you were looking,
and her hand felt wonderful
with each of your fingertips
touching her, this first time,
walking home.

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  1. Reblogged this on eleganceinwords and commented:

    … innocence …

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