The Kiss

That kiss on the cheek, the one that made me turn red..
that's something you cant do, else my heart be misled.
You see, you can kiss me on the lips
and look at me with those eyes,
hold me by my hips
and bind me with your ties.
But the moment you smile, or place a kiss on my cheek,
all bets are off because I'm afraid I'm weak.
Too weak to hold off the dreams of being something more,
the best I can do is call myself a whore.
In my waking hours tell myself you don't want me
but while I sleep my dreams like to taunt me.
They make us hold hands and you kiss my head,
they make us cuddle and sleep in my bed. My dreams make you more than I want you to be.
When I look at you I see more than I want to see.
Go back and take back the kiss, I'm begging you please.
I cant take another dream of us laughing beneath willow trees...