Sunday 21 September 2014

Friday 12 September 2014



Pondering….
“As we sat in class, I snuggled my eyes on him;
The way he looked at me, wafted me.
As we had our teen tête-à-tête;
His eyes lodged on mine;
His soft hand caressing mine was something I yearned.
All the way a connection not so well defined in teenage is beautiful;
The care and feelings is something not intended,
Hearts react in an impetuous way.
Looks traded are naïve;
Reluctant smiles, coy, spine chilling feelings numbed our senses;
Adolescence love is always special;
As I sat there, Reminiscing all afternoon.”