Empty Feelings




He went for my forehead and I went for his lips,

He slowly pulled away and I quickly pulled him closer,

Grabbing his arm as he grabbed my waist,

Soft sweet lips touching and I think I’m enjoying it,

Goodnight is spoken as I pull away,

Walking inside I feel no different than before,

It had meaning in the moment but has meaning no more.

 

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