A/N: This is something I wrote from a challenge at school. We had to flip through the dictionary and point to a random word without looking then write a poem with it. My word was obviously, intrelaced.Of course my story had to be R/Hr. :D
Thanks RussellGrl15I changed the mistakes.
Thanks, Brooke
Interlaced
I feel his hand inside mine.
His fingers filling up the gaps that seemed to be made perfectly for him.
We seem one, connected.
I feel the warmth from his hand spread to my hand, and up my arm, through to the rest of my body.
Walking down the halls, people watch.
They see our connection and they yearn for it.
I feel special, wanted.
As if our bond was carved from the heavens, plated in gold and silver.
As if dotted with precious stones.
I feel beautiful.
Every fault I have, seems to slip away.
All because he smiled at me.
He's gorgeous.
Hes brave.
Hes mine.
Hes my Ron.
Our hands have to part eventually.
But, until then I keep our hands interlaced.
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