Sunday Morning

January 10, 2011
My hands wrapped around the back of your neck

and your hair brushing across my cheeks-

our eyes locked in a moment

we both don't understand;

You move closer.

My heart stops.

Our lips touch and we become


but history.

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lilmartz This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 22, 2011 at 10:12 am
This is surprisingly good! It's really relatable, and I ended up liking this a lot. Nice job :)
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