Kisses
Out of all the kisses
I vividly remember 3.
The first one...
Was the sweet one
The third greeting...
Was unexpected, but sweet.
In my past the first kiss is the last
But led me to reassure this won't be my last
The second third...
After the third greeting kiss,
We continued on with our date
And talked, laughed and baked
You came closer and went in for a kiss
Waiting for you to pull away
You never did
We enjoyed the day and kissed away.
The kiss I don't remember, that I should
Is the last kiss
Not knowing it will be our last
We looked past it, I looked past it
Believing more will come.
Authors note: Hi, who ever is reading.
So reading back what I wrote, it's probably not really poetry, but its what's on my mind. 99% true.
Tell me what you think- A
YOU ARE READING
hopeless romantic letters
PoetryTo someone I still care about and wanted to love. But they won't know Tell me what you think. <3
