A Teenage Love Poem by Josephe Buchanan

Hey love. Hey cutie. My freshman scoop. Devilish smile, Egyptian eyes,
and Polo boots.

Perfect creases in your Guess jeans, and your butter soft Cherlin coat.
I had a perfect fade hair cut, and my first earring, I remember how we
disappeared between periods.

To young to make love in the house we used the elevators as beds, except
that time when we first did it, on top of my bunk bed. Sweet time. My
first time.

I missed you when you left school. Still can see those eyes, and that
smile. To the day where our only worries was where to study, t he art of
love.

To making cutting school an adventure, just to have personal time.
To getting caught by my Moms on Valentines. Laugh out LOUD
Laugh out LOUD