My First Kiss

December 17, 2008
By Melanie Crucitt, Loveland, OH

I practiced so many times,
Alone at night in my room,
Waiting for the moment,
Dreaming about my whom.

He laughs and he kids,
Sits next to all day long,
Hoping he felt the same,
Nope, chooses my very best friend.

One year later,
At the smoy festival,
Look whose found her whom.

He still laughs and still kids,
But now he's all mine,
I can't keep my hands off his hair.

I hear those three words,
Real for the first time,
I love you.
My heart went beserk.

So easy to talk to,
Awkward? What does that even mean?

His touch makes me gasp,
The hottest girl he's seen?
What could he see in me?

Saying goodbye,
Can I have a kiss,
My moment has finally come,

The practice pays off,
Close, then tilt to the right,
His lips were as soft as silk.

No chapstick no nothing,
But still better than my dreams.

This boy,
My forever whom,
My froople friend,
My first kiss.

The author's comments:
Based off of October 3, 2008; a day I will always remember.

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on Nov. 14 2011 at 10:24 pm
introducingshelby GOLD, San Diego, California
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Favorite Quote:
"People change so you can learn to let go, things go wrong so you can appreciate them when they go right, and things fall apart so better things can fall together."
-Marilyn Monroe

aw c: you make it sound so magical


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