First time I saw you,
you tripped over your own feet
because you noticed I was looking into your eyes
It made me laugh,
and I went over to give you some help,
despite you saying you didn't need any.
I bent down to pick up some of your books.
Our hands brushed off each other
and when I looked at your beautiful face,
your cheeks where a crimson red.
I gave a little laugh,
you were so cute.
First time I kissed you,
It felt like the entire world had stopped spinning
for what what seemed like an eternity.
I still wonder if you could feel my heart beating against your chest.
You had just walked me home after a walk along the bea
Like The Sticky-Sweet Carpet by PTDaHood, literature
Literature
Like The Sticky-Sweet Carpet
The bride is smiling, a silver smile. Like rain, it falls and sighs and her face is awash with a veil; the gown all but sweeps. She is white, so white, and so pure, like snow. Beauty need not come in appearance, in skirts alightthat is why she hides. Perhaps, just perhaps, silver gildingperhaps that is enough to hide the treacherous smile that mourns behind.
She has no love for the groom, who eyes her with eyes of something akin to love; she stares at him, dead, and he takes no notice, for she wears the silver veil, and it shines in his face so that he sees purity, like snow. Like virgin snow.
Today is Valentine's Day, a day tha