I read a poem today and it reminded me of you
It was called "the moths don't die for nothing"
May I believe it's true
Because we watched it suffer
And shortly after something in us began
And the poem was, well I only remember
it was something about a kiss
never actually being just a kiss.
But it's so strange that I came across this. Because today we kissed.
Sparks flew and now I have someone to miss
