April Michelle


Fight It - Poem by April Michelle

Friend; your label for all the world to see,
Lover was your soft and secret name for me.

Thinking about the night we would finally meet,
Seeing your face, so excited, so nervous, I jumped to my feet.

We sat and talked, barefoot, hot, six inches apart.
In your smile I felt, 'Baby, lets go it's getting dark.'

Tempted by stars, your neighbors peeking, quietly looking on.
The struggle of friendship, fighting your urge to hold me till dawn.

© 2010 April Michelle

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 11, 2010


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