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Playing with frogs.

Submitted:Jan 28, 2009    Reads: 131    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   

Playing by the edge of the pond.
This is where our love became a bond.
We were catching frogs, creepy crawlies.
Then you started to look at me odd, deep into my eyes.
You grabbed my shoulders, kissing me hard.
When you finished I took down my guard.
Pushing you as hard as I could on the ground
Then I bolted without another sound.
I ran home up to my room, locked my bedroom door.
My diary my bestfriend, my first kiss was with who I adore.
Who knew my day with a bunch of old frogs.
Would years later make me end up with a prince so strong.



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