Hey love. Hey cutie. My freshman scoop. Devilish smile, Egyptian eyes, <br />and Polo boots. <br /> <br />Perfect creases in your Guess jeans, and your butter soft Cherlin coat. <br />I had a perfect fade hair cut, and my first earring, I remember how we <br />disappeared between periods. <br /> <br />To young to make love in the house we used the elevators as beds, except <br />that time when we first did it, on top of my bunk bed. Sweet time. My <br />first time. <br /> <br />I missed you when you left school. Still can see those eyes, and that <br />smile. To the day where our only worries was where to study, t he art of <br />love. <br /> <br />To making cutting school an adventure, just to have personal time. <br />To getting caught by my Moms on Valentines. Laugh out LOUD <br />Laugh out LOUD<br /><br />Josephe Buchanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-teenage-love-2/
