The first kiss is always the hardest
It burns and hurts like a heat wave,
But then gets normal and it’s not always the smartest
Because eventually the sweet kisses start to cave
Into something of an addiction,
And we use the excuse of stress
Just to feel the sweet kiss and caress.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
I’d rather go have fun with friends outside
Than be stuck on a screen waiting to die
Searching for the latest retweet or like
Just to find out no one cares about my life.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
The worst type of love is that of unknown
As if touching her skin makes a connection
Or the subtle hints of regret in her tone
Thinking that the twinkle in her eye is a sign of affection
When really all she wants is to use him and leave
But he doesn’t understand her feelings
So when she’s gone he weeps
And then he gets sent back reeling
into the sea
To look for another fish that is as good as he
And when he finally finds one and let’s down his guard
The three words that follow hit really hard
Because if he means them and if they are true
When she moves away he’ll be darker than the darkest blue
So now that she’s gone he talks to himself
“Does she think of me sometime or am I just dust on the shelf?”
And that is the feeling of a love unknown
Because he’ll always love her as if she’s his own
But when he sees her with another guy
After two years it still makes him want to cry
Because that guy won’t love her as much as he does
And he’ll always carry this unrequited love
Like a burden on his shoulders because he’ll never know
If she still thinks about him as if he’s her own
And that my friends is the story of a love unknown.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC