He always walks into class as high as a cloud he knows who he is, the class clown.
The schools biggest player, not the flavour of the week, he's the flavour of the year who makes all the girls end up in tears.
My first real love I don't know why because he doesn't even seem to notice me when I walk by.
His Ocean blue eyes shine in the light, brings back the memories of mine and his night.
The night we kissed outside his front door my heart fluttered when he said "I'm yours",
he held me tight whilst the moon shone bright, I miss his addicting touch.
When it was just me and him our story was sweet, but now it's just turned sour, With him I would always return home in the moonlight hour.
I remember the way he held me in his embrace and would plant a kiss on my forehead, I felt so protected and for once I felt safe


© Ezz