still being written
day by day
offers page to page
though more often not so inclusive
certain events offer more than others
no doubt
the problem of the matter is which tend to receive more press
I hope that whats written will later help live
to live and to learn
first I must read
looking back oft for the sake of looking
stories were written for my eyes only
I want to write about the good for now
I wish to learn for that too
I met a girl, a long year ago
at a place I adored from day one
I couldn't understand what to do just then
I lived and I learned
a group of amazing people
with ties leading back to shared childhoods
inviting me in with no abandon
quickly we all became friends
I tried to keep feeling like friends to them all
but that was more hard than I thought
for twelve days we tripped
down lakes and down rivers
with 14 in tow, youth trying to grow
the wilderness took over
and nature took hold
I had to keep from being too bold
and at the last night
I sat all alone
pictures of memories
not soon forgotten
and then she came and sat with me
said something stupid
we kissed
glory
red hot faces tempting tongues
then back to the dance
although soon to sleep
and for two weeks we met
saw your friends and mine
until school started up
few hundred miles as the crow would fly
touch was kept, feelings were tucked away
these had no place, so foreign at times
the next time I saw you I had to be calm
a hug was all I could offer
and for weeks I did not know what to do
I had to
I did
and now to hold her tight in my arms
listen to her breathing as we fall into dreams
I don't know whats better
secret are kisses, to keep from display
hidden hallways and shacks, behind walls kept away
how much I like her is hard to measure
so much affecting, than just simple feelings
this beautiful place, coupled with her sweet and amazing grace
what I do know, it's been more than a pleasure
She is my privilege
And that I'll remember
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