Maybe I will kiss him...
not because I want to,
But because I'm scared and you are too.
I will kiss him, Just because his lips might taste like you.
And when I do, I bet it will be sour like regret
With an aftertaste of a thousand lost
opportunities
That sit stagnant on my tongue.
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Poetry"I believe that maturity isn't dependent on age, But rather the severity of the trials the mind and heart have undergone." Growing up comes with so many challenges that can be uncomfortable and confusing. We're all thrown into the ocean and expec...
