skinnylove

Skin touches skin.

Sun hits, and I breath it in.

The smell of chlorine washes out of my hair.

My heart thumps. 

History repeats its self. 

I have a silent smile engraved on my face.

Dreams of a summer romance begin.

I don't care if I sleep. 

Giddiness is officially one of my emotions.

My hair may look red, and scary.

She says to let him go..but I can't.

My lips dry.

Mascara washes clean off.

I am natural, but someone doesn't care.

School is for fools.

I wish to taste it.

My hopes are high as they were before.

My exceptions are low.  

I am happy and content. 

For now.

always,

Kara