Touching is the reason not to feel abandoned
His fingers dancing against my skin, if only the damn fool would kiss me
He doesn't want our hearts to be molded but when he does its with play dough and saliva.
"What? It'll build our up our love."
Carrying the same heart here and there yet he still won't kiss me
A little touch will bruise him, and here I am aching for my sweethearts lips to fold and mold with mine.
"My dear, let this love keep you warm."
And if he threw the play dough in my face, you didn't need to know that..
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Kissed By The Unknown
RomanceA series of poems I wrote, from bullying, to mostly romance, to friendship, and to mysteries. It might be bad so bare with me. Mostly based on personal experiences.
