Our third kiss tasted like chalk.
Classes were done so everybody was leaving.
I was packing my bag while you were waiting for me.
The chalk dust in the room made you cough.
You sat down on the front desk trying to catch you breath.
I came in front of you and asked you if everything is ok.
You pulled me closer and before I knew it your lips were already touching mine.
Our third kiss tasted like chalk.
