First Kiss-Poem from past 3
The soft tenderness of his lips
The gentle touch of his fingertips
Do I miss that kiss?
Yes, but I would’ve followed some tips
Love can be blind
Cole can be kind
Love can be the brightest of lights
In the darkest of nights
His love is kind
Oh how I wish he was mine
School is a zoo
Wild, boring and lame
But when I see you
I wish we had the same last name
I am lonely at night
Where is that light?
Baby honey, sugarpie?
I cry, cry cry
Hold my hand, kiss me softly, lay with me
So that we could be
The love that was meant to be seen
I never feel alone
This poem is about:
My community