Kissing him was excited, charged with sexual energy.
Kissing my brown-eyed boy was natural and sweet, filled with love.
That's maybe how I should have known it was wrong.
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Park Benches and Polaroids
PoetryBiking, late night summers, falling in love, a yearning for adventure, and the color yellow: a poetry collection about introspection, love, and change from my own life, all the way up until I turned 20.
