I was eleven,

And that was the first time I was kissed.

I was sitting on the swing

Swaying

Back in forth

As I watched

Jeremy and my best friend stomp off angrily away from me

I was alone,

Again

I began to sob,

Like a boy who has lost its mother

I had the September blues

All at once

Jeremy quickly ran angrily towards me

Showing a sign of a fist

His face was like a

Ripe ripe apple,

Then all at

Once in a swift motion

He grabbed me and touched

His lips to mine

His lips melted against mine

It was just like butterflies

Growing

Inside me,

My heart soared.

I remember this moment,

Whenever

We kiss