The first heart I ever broke was my own you could call it a ricochet I’ll go with stupid   though immature is a reasonable copout when I am feeling self-charitable   at nineteen, we were in love – not lust well defined lines obeyed…

First Kiss I floated home on clouds the day we met; that first great kiss changed everything and more. My life was full of “Haven’t done that yet,” (I’d never tasted someone’s tongue before). That first great kiss changed everything and more; you taught me…

You slipped from memory to remembrance too slowly to be easy. I knew it would be that way when we met. Youth carries it’s risks like a coat over the arm. I cannot trace time backwards to your door anymore. The trail is cold as…