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That fluttering feeling in my stomach has returned.
No one knows the future.
No one knows anybody’s true intentions.
All I do know is that,
The feeling has returned.
A feeling I thought had died many years ago.
When the boy,
I thought I loved,
Left the state.
And moved onto better things.
But last night,
When we left the bar together,
Telling my friends you wanted to take me home.
And many others,
Returned to my body.
When you’re being held,
And told to never leave.
Being told he wants to see you everyday.
And asked to stay the night,
Because he didn’t want to watch you go.
Three glorious hours,
Spent experiencing new feelings.
Longing a person you’ve know,
But never truly met.
Those feelings are bound to return.
I pray you are true,
I pray you meant what you have said.
I pray you’re intentions are pure.
Now I’ve returned to my old writing ground.
Pouring my heart into a electronic device,
That is full of my secrets.
Unfortunately for now you are a secret.
You have a connection with every boy,
That has broken my heart.
So for now you are a secret,
I will be able to flaunt you to the world.