The First MAG

January 12, 2012
By Dana Rusk BRONZE, New City, New York
Dana Rusk BRONZE, New City, New York
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I close my eyes and there we are
in a hotel parking lot
on the roof of your car
hoping it doesn’t cave in
Dancing slowly
even to the fast songs
You kissed me softly
You said you loved me
You brought tears to my eyes
Sometimes you still do
And if I can’t be the only one
To leave high heel marks
on your car
on your heart
At least I know
I was the first

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falala said...
on Jan. 12 2012 at 9:17 pm
falala, New York, New York
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Aww, that's pretty sweet! Cute poem, and participating in someone's first whatever-it-is means a lot to a ton of people, and is extremely relatable. I would be really scared up on a car...Anyways, five stars! Love it =D


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