i thought about kissing you today, and yesterday,
and the day before that, and some more days after those days. i think about kissing you, slowly, and tracing my fingers along your lips. i think about kissing you, in your car, in the rain, on your doorstep. i think about kissing your dimple,
your cheek, your spot. i think about kissing
only you, not anyone else, just you:
but you're gone.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝no❞ might make him angry, but it will set you free. - if no one has ever told you, your freedom is more important than their anger. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #28 in poetry #25 in poetrycollection
