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True Love's First Kiss

Never would I ever have thought,
that this all could have happened,
that me and my love,
could ever be together.


It all started,
with a jammed locker crate.
It continues today,
and it never stops.


The tale you will hear,
is a tale of a true story.
How me and my love,
found each other in these hard times.


To this day,
I never thought it would happen.
I had my sights on another girl,
who shot me down.


What I did not know,
is there was a girl who adored me.
All this time,
she was right in front of my nose.


She would do anything for me,
without question.
She would follow me anywhere,
without wonder.
She was absolutely perfect,
but I did not see her.


My rejection stung,
even though I saw it coming.
Me and her were not right for each other,
though I never saw that.


The days went on,
my depression hung around me.
Then she came to the rescue,
never leaving my side.

Of all the people,
I never knew how much she cared.
How madly she loved me,
or how madly I would love her back.


One thing led to another,
as a dance was coming up.
I mustered my courage,
and asked her to that dance.


Yes was her answer,
and our hearts filled with joy.
And so it started,
an everlasting love.


Slowly,
over weeks,
over months,
our relationship progressed.


Hand clasped in hand,
arm around ones shoulders.
Eyes locking eyes,
our joy turns into love.


A normal Saturday,
at her dads house.
We sat on her bed.
My arm around her,
and her hand in mine.


Her dad comes in,
and brings bad news.
Her friend has been hurt,
in a horrible crash.


Her head goes down,
her hand leaves mine.
She becomes unresponsive,
as depression rears its ugly head.


I try to comfort her,
I try to placate her worries.
Nothing seems to be working,
my mind starts to blank.


Then slowly it happens.
her head raises,
and she sits up.
But her depression is still there,
slowly eating her away.


I wrap my arms around her,
I whisper comfort in her ear.
I begin to get desperate,
I do the only thing I can think of.


I inch closer to her,
as her depression reaches its peak.
Her tears start falling,
dripping down like ink.


My arms tighten around her shoulders,
my forehead comes to hers.
Slowly my lips press against hers,
and time seems to stop.


On this fateful Saturday,
in the midst of sorrow and depression,
in the chaos and confusion,
of a depressive fit.


Only one thing could help her,
and I knew what it was.
The cure for her depression,
was true love's first kiss.



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Poetry2LoveThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jul. 9, 2013 at 11:44 pm:
It's Beautiful.
 
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BrittyBrit said...
Apr. 28, 2013 at 9:32 am:
that was so beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can only write songs but i stink at poetry.  very nice job!       5 starssssss
 
PoetLaureate274 replied...
Apr. 28, 2013 at 5:58 pm :
thank you! i cannot write songs but i can write poetry. lol contradictory people we are
 
BrittyBrit replied...
Apr. 29, 2013 at 3:09 pm :
haha yes, yes we are:)       i just need some of your poetry powers and you need some songwriting powers then together we are unstoppable:)
 
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TheShadowOfMe said...
Jun. 25, 2012 at 9:02 am:
for one; this is actually good poetry. my poetry is pretty good, and this is technically about his and my first kiss; so, considering the events in this poem actually took place, and that the poem makes sense, and is sentimental, i quite like this poem
 
PoetLaureate274 replied...
Jun. 25, 2012 at 4:31 pm :
pretty good? your poetry trumps mine hands down.... lol 
 
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starzforeverThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jun. 22, 2012 at 9:57 pm:
nice but this dose not sound like  a poem this sounds more like a short sweet poem.
 
PoetLaureate274 replied...
Jun. 22, 2012 at 10:01 pm :
1: i have no idea what your trying to say, and 2: its a storytelling poem. its an actual form of poetry. my next two poems pending are more generic poems than storytelling like this one
 
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TheShadowOfMe said...
Jun. 18, 2012 at 8:41 am:
my love....
 
PoetLaureate274 replied...
Jun. 18, 2012 at 9:02 pm :
yes?          
 
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