The Old Days With Her Poem by Cliff Marcenat

This is a continuation of how I felt towards her without knowing about you. I may not know nor understand why you both were on and off. What I do know is that i can tell you a tall tale about her and I. This is a little about her and I, we were very close friends. I could do and go to places with her that most boys were not allowed. I was there when she cried, she would lean on my shoulders for my years. I would aid her cuts and bruises. When she was too tired or injured to continue moving I would carry her on my back. At times she would tell me some secrets as I carry her, as well as rub her luminous lips against the back of my neck. On special days after I fiddled with her body I leave two marks on her till the disappeared to apply another. One on her stomach the other near her favorite spots on her body. This is as much as I am able to put down, but hear this one thing you have won the battle, but I own the war.