Our Last.
We promised,
Shook hands,
"we are done".
But with one more wish:
A last kiss.
In this moment,
the one we both knew was wrong,
something felt right.
*Was is the acceptance of the end,
or the awakening of something different,
softer?*
In that one moment,
the kiss,
I was swept off my feet,
with some kind of reassurance.
*Was it recognizing the end,
or finding the whole reason it started?*
We danced,
quietly,
in a way we never had.
There was some sort of control.
I could spend thousands of words,
trying to figure the feeling.
But i know that to you,
The kiss,
was The end.
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
Our Last.
We promised,
Shook hands,
"we are done".
But with one more wish:
A last kiss.
In this moment,
the one we both knew was wrong,
something felt right.
*Was is the acceptance of the end,
or the awakening of something different,
softer?*
In that one moment,
the kiss,
I was swept off my feet,
with some kind of reassurance.
*Was it recognizing the end,
or finding the whole reason it started?*
We danced,
quietly,
in a way we never had.
There was some sort of control.
I could spend thousands of words,
trying to figure the feeling.
But i know that to you,
The kiss,
was The end.
