Love was a strange thing
and Lilly could never clearly define it.
Maybe it was they way her heart
skipped a beat at Alissons smile
or they way her stomach fluttered
at the small "meaningless" touches.
It could be the way her palms got sweaty
with nervousness or anticipation (she was
never quite sure) or when she stuttered
out an answer -- she never stuttered. Could
even be the way her feet were glued in place
when she saw Alisson. It could be all those things
and it was but mostly, It was just
Love.
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Pin Straight
PoetryLilly found a girl who she thought she could share her life with. A girl with long black hair and bright eyes but there was just one little problem. That girl didn't know she liked girls -- a girl who said she was as pin straight as her ebony tresse...
