‘First Love’

When I am waiting for you on our corner, hopping from one pretty heel to the other, humming our song under my breath, checking my lipstick in my brand new compact, I feel as though my heart has new wings it has not quite learnt to use – and when you appear, smiling just for me, one hand raised in a wave as the other runs through your decorum-defying hair, they beat a little too strongly and I blush, my greeting catching in my throat.

Ahh, first love. The last bit is sort of a reference to the phrase ‘my heart was in my throat’, like, the wings propel her heart into her throat, she is nervous, etc. Not sure it works? Comments always welcome πŸ™‚

Thanks for stopping by πŸ™‚

Ro x


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