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Middle School Fantasy.

Poetry By: beginningauthor

This is my fantasy of the person I'm madly inlove with. Too bad it can't be reality.

Submitted:Nov 2, 2010    Reads: 65    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

We sit on the cold grass, under the tree, sharing a passionate kiss.

The wind is calmingly blowing, allowing my hair to run free.

His lips are sweet like sugar, and cold, wet, and smooth like an icecube.

One of my hands brush threw his soft hair, with the other settled on his warm cheek.

I finally get my happy ending.

After all the years of pain, heart break, and love.

Im up to my eye's in love for him.

It looks like something from a farytale.

Me, in my aqua spagetti straped dress,

and him, in a blue button up shirt with dark jeans.

Oh yes, I was perfecly content with the person I hoped to spend the rest of my live with,

If I could only get him to ask me out....


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