Cinderella

[Simple Tania]

Hey hey, Tania here, OK, this one is a little different of the rest of my poems(?), is based in a very old (yep, I'm old) song, I loved so much in my youth days. Young love, love discovery, those things that make us feel... you know, make us feel good, strange, sad, all at the same time, yep, it's old, but... always new. Hope you like it.
Kisses
T


They are just two kids raising all the bids, always with a smile
She have blonde hair, he have a curious glare and lots of style
In one or another game, they almost frame, always speechless
Some shamed looks hidden by the books, something reachless
 
They met by chance, at a magical glance, reflected of the stores
Quite ashamed, finally said: “My name’s Ted and what’s yours?”
She blushed and with her voice crushed: “You can call me Bella”
When it gets deep, he falls asleep and dreams with his Cinderella
 
Cinderella of the stories, reviving memories and leaving mystery
Already made him tweet, in mid street and in a dripping misery
When she saw him there, with his cold and wet air, cuddled him
With their bodies so soaked, all words were choked, as by whim
 
So sweet,
To hear the heart beat!
To feel the passion heat!
Nothing like felt above.
That burn,
It will be time to learn,
Will give time to discern,
Your desired first love.

[Fernins]

It's always good to see this little pieces from songs or texts from you   Thanks for that, and as you said before keep them c(u)mming

[Cath]

You ain't that old!

[Simple Tania]

well, maybe not my dear sweet princess (yep, I know you don't like that *giggles*) but old enough to remember, with pleasure, of those little and so (in)significant moments of my youth.
Big kiss
T