Condensation MAG

By Vania M., Voorhees, NJ

      Condensation on windows

The blur of evergreen trees

First class backseats

Bright eyes gazed into mine

The darkest of teal

The car drifts

into the cryptic labyrinth

They smiled and laughed -

Wrapping ribbons around their foreheads

The darkest of rouge

I stared at my pale fingers

As she counted the headlights on the road

and wrote her initials on the window

We drove around in circles

The shape we made was obscure

through the condensation on the windows

She held my hand -

the lightest of touch

Clear your mind, she whispered

As she kissed my nose

I blushed

the lightest of peach



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i love this so much!

on Nov. 8 2014 at 2:14 pm
Kristine.Kwon GOLD, Shoreline, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
never give up, never regret

hey i really enjoyed this! I really wish i coudl write like this! would you mind looking at my piece and see what i'm missing? Its titled "In Highschool"

on Oct. 11 2009 at 9:41 pm
nevercliche159 BRONZE, Clark, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"A man who has nothing to die for, is not fit to live."
--- Martin Luther King Jr.

I liked it. I personally feel that poetry has to have deep meaning and purpose to it, but this is sweet innocent writing.

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on Sep. 13 2009 at 12:47 pm
mana15 GOLD, Newark, New York
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Wow... ... hat was awesome! Keep on writing!


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