The first time i kissed a girl,
or anyone for that matter,
was late at night.
We were both tired and
I made the first move.
It was summer and quite warm,
but we laid close,
as if
we were
feeding off each others energy.
Maybe it was too close for her;
I wish we could still lay like that.
But things change, don't they.
People drift apart,
and feelings float
a w a y.
YOU ARE READING
the things i can't say out loud
Poetrythis is a book full of things i wish i could yell to the world, but i can't say them out loud quite yet.