Seventeen Innocence

By Angela Rodriguez

Rodriguez writes poems about events that she had experienced throughout her years of being able to understand what feelings are.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543475333

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Copyright © 2018 by Angela Rodriguez.

Library of Congress Control Number:      2017919690

ISBN:                  Hardcover                       978-1-5434-7535-7

                            Softcover                          978-1-5434-7534-0

                            eBook                               978-1-5434-7533-3

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Rev. date: 01/23/2018

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To the ones who never stopped believing in me.

Age Seventeen.

Pure confusion and defying gravity.

Here is a momentum of my life.

what I wrote from age 12 to 17.

I remember that kiss,

Awkward yet a bliss.

I felt my heart beat hard against my chest,

But looking at your lips,

Made me forget the nervous feeling in my head,

My body shaking as you leaned closer,

My arms wrapped around your neck,

Yours wrapped around may waist,

The feeling of your lips touch my lips,

Made me forget all the other lips i’ve touched.

We weren’t even together,

We tried to be discreet about it,

But we got caught kissing,

They started teasing,

But we didn’t care.

You and I left that day with a smile on our faces,

Finally being able to feel the kiss we’ve been longing for,

And the love for each other began,

With one kiss.

November 20, 2015

The day that you asked me to be yours and only yours.

The day I realized I really did love you,

The day I told myself,

Don’t get attached, don’t get attached, don’t get attached, you’ll end up hurt

I ignored myself,

But that day,

Never will I forget about how we stayed so late at school

And the long, deep conversation we had, learned more about each other.

I even got in trouble for staying so late at school,

I didn’t care because I was with you.

You made me feel so special, so interesting, you showed all the care that I never received.

Don’t get attached, don’t get attached, don’t get attached.

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