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Saturday, June 16, 2012

It All Starts With a Kiss

I am feeling a little sad today for reasons I don't want to get to, but Andrew knows all about the situation. I am just writing some ideas out for what could potentially be a poem.

It all starts with a kiss,
hot, passionate,
it melts your heart.
It all starts on his lips,
smoke from his
organic cigarettes,
yet it tastes invigorating--
the things you think
when infatuation
steals your heart.
It all starts with his kiss,
his lips against mine;
please hold me tight
and never let me go.
Yet, you're off in this distance,
fate laid its cruel fingers--
you're ousted out the door,
my baby, my darling,
no, no, please don't go.
It all starts with a kiss
on his perfect red lips
sweaty from sun
and stirrings deep inside.

4 comments:

  1. I think this is a good poem in itself. :)

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    1. Thanks Andrew. I have another hour until my party. I'm hoping he comes, but if he doesn't, I understand. I still want to cry. I hope I do see him again.

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    2. I hope that you'll still have a good time at the party. :)

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    3. A LOT of people didn't show up, but it was fun nonetheless. I sent you an e-mail. I am sorta crying about everything.

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