I knew exactly what love looked like – in seventh grade Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom, I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace. I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid. Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it. If only I could find him. But when love finally showed up, she had a bow cut. He wore the same clothes every day for a week. Love hated the bus. Love didn’t know anything about The Beatles. Instead, every time I try to kiss love, our teeth got in the way. Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to- Ben’s house. Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song. Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up it would be: “Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.” And love grew, stretched like a trampoline. Love changed. Love disappeared, Slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed. Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me. Like a flat tire, there were other places I planned on going, but my plans didn’t matter. Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him. Love smelt different now, had darker eyes, a broader back, love came with freckles I didn’t recognize. New birthmarks, a softer voice. Now there were new sleeping patterns, new favorite books. Love had songs that reminded him of someone else, songs love didn’t like to listen to. So did I. But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly We found jokes that make us laugh. And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies. But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack. Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer. Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator. Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned. (c) by poemsfeeling

I knew exactly what love looked like – in seventh grade Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom, I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace.  I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid.  Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.  And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it.  If only I could find him. But when love finally showed up, she had a bow cut.  He wore the same clothes every day for a week. Love hated the bus.  Love didn’t know anything about The Beatles.  Instead, every time I try to kiss love, our teeth got in the way. Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to- Ben’s house.  Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song.  Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up it would be: “Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.” And love grew, stretched like a trampoline.  Love changed. Love disappeared,  Slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed.  Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me.  Like a flat tire, there were other places I planned on going, but my plans didn’t matter.  Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him.  Love smelt different now, had darker eyes, a broader back, love came with freckles I didn’t recognize.  New birthmarks, a softer voice.  Now there were new sleeping patterns, new favorite books.  Love had songs that reminded him of someone else, songs love didn’t like to listen to. So did I. But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly We found jokes that make us laugh.  And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies.  But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.  Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer.  Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.  Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned. (c) by poemsfeeling via Instagram http://ift.tt/1T11BPU at July 25, 2015 at 08:31PM • Details about Mehedi Menafa http://ift.tt/1G78OqZ • Trend News Online : http://ift.tt/1HXcMbL July 25, 2015 at 08:31PM