Treasure Island

Hannah Hebditch


This is Love


Flowers swipe their soft petals against
Our skin, as we lay
Over the fresh green
Whispering secrets, faces lit up so bright
Our lips meet in mid air
Pressing love together
As a smile melts over your worried face
You hold my hand and smooth warmth over
My heart,
You say
“I love you”
The words, they buzz in my head
Float between my dreams
And make my life complete
I don’t have to run off the railing
To let you know you’re special
Or pretend to be something I’m not
We are always distracted by
The pulse rushing through us
Beating so fast
We miss what hurts
You distract me from the world, reality
And combine our dreams
Combine our love...

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013
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