Kiss me: A Dramione story
While listening to Kiss me, by Sixpence none the richer, I had inspiration for this story.
Kiss me, out of the bearded barley,
Nightly,
Beside the green green grass
Swing, swing, swing your spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress,
They were a modern Romeo and Juliet, sneaking out at night to be together in a secluded, secret place hidden from the world.
Green grass, flowers, and them kissing, shutting out the world around them while they laugh…
Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me out onto the moonlit floor,
Lift your open hand, strike up the band,
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling,
So kiss me.
They spun, danced, and smiled as the fireflies sparkled in the background, filling their hollow with an unearthly light.
He leaned forward and they pressed their lips together in silent union.
Kiss me, down by the broken tree house,
Swing me, upon its hanging tire,
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat,
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map,
They were always in perfect harmony as he pushed her on the tire that hung from the tree house that they had built together,
And she had worn her hat that day.
It had become her favorite the next.
The map had led them to this place, the map was always there.
Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me out onto the moonlit floor,
Lift your open hand, strike up the band,
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling,
They were always perfectly matched, as the moon, their only witness, shone down on them with a knowing twinkle.
So kiss me.
Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me out onto the moonlit floor,
Lift your open hand, strike up the band,
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling,
So kiss me,
He held her close,
So kiss me,
He made her feel loved,
So kiss me,
They completed each other.
So kiss me.
Was this good? Please tell me it was good.
I doubt it was good. Oh well.
Review anyway!
~MA