fifteen and you think you know
exactly what you want is her
so you move the bottle after
it's stopped and protested
when called out for cheating
by the one you want to kiss
the one the bottle points to
you said you didn't want to kiss ian
and she believed you and kissed
you almost perfectly with
her perfect lips and her hair
brushing against the side of your face.
4 comments:
almost perfect
isn't it only ever just?
At fifteen I was a blubbering idiot in the presence of girls...
25 years hasn't done me much good;)
I like the innocence of this one.
ozy, all those recent poems on wet prove you anything but a blubbering idiot. if i do say, and oh.
Post a Comment