your kiss was as tasty
as strawberry sauce.
but was it your tongue
or just your lipgloss?
your hair smelled of wild flowers,
sickly sweet and divine.
your perfume was so rustic,
like a soft scented pine.
your eyes sparkled bright
like the overhead stars.
with you softly singing,
and me strumming guitar.
we danced until morning,
skinny dipped in the stream.
it all seemed so perfect,
could it be just a dream?
our nights that summer,
i won't soon forget
the memories we made
or the girl that i met.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
your kiss was as tasty
as strawberry sauce.
but was it your tongue
or just your lipgloss?
your hair smelled of wild flowers,
sickly sweet and divine.
your perfume was so rustic,
like a soft scented pine.
your eyes sparkled bright
like the overhead stars.
with you softly singing,
and me strumming guitar.
we danced until morning,
skinny dipped in the stream.
it all seemed so perfect,
could it be just a dream?
our nights that summer,
i won't soon forget
the memories we made
or the girl that i met.
in case anyone hasn't gotten it yet, i'm not into guys. i'll probably right a longer poem about coming out and my sexuality, but just a heads up, yeah i'm gay.
