First DateA Poem by ShelbyPutting on my favorite outfit,
Primping my hair, Doing the finishing touches of my make-up. I heard the doorbell ring. I wait until mom calls my name, Telling me my date is here. My first date! I slowly descend the stairs, Just seeing him standing there makes me smile. We got something to eat, Then went to the movies, And he walked me home. At the end of the night, He gave me a kiss, Lips so soft and sweet. I weakened all over. Told me he would call, And guess what? He did. © 2008 Shelby |
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Added on February 10, 2008 Author
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