I keep thinking back to the night where the stars consumed us on your front porch. Your hands fell to my waist as I kissed you for the first time. Was that feeling a lie too?
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The Story of Us
PoetryThis is a story that holds more truth than fiction, written in verse and short stories.
That First Night
I keep thinking back to the night where the stars consumed us on your front porch. Your hands fell to my waist as I kissed you for the first time. Was that feeling a lie too?
