The first time I kissed you,
you turned from looking at a sunset.
My heart a thousand pounds in my chest,
my lips probably a little too wide, but you didn't mind.
And maybe that's why I became so hooked.
On your willingness and ability,
to teach me.
Just a kid who thought he knew everything,
until he tried to know you.
But it was simple then, yet new,
and we held onto it for a summer.
The smell of you on my clothes,
lingered long and welcome,
a comforting reminder that I was falling in love,
with a girl who made my lips ache, night after night,
in some theater, showing some film,
we really didn't want to see.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
The first time I kissed you,
you turned from looking at a sunset.
My heart a thousand pounds in my chest,
my lips probably a little too wide, but you didn't mind.
And maybe that's why I became so hooked.
On your willingness and ability,
to teach me.
Just a kid who thought he knew everything,
until he tried to know you.
But it was simple then, yet new,
and we held onto it for a summer.
The smell of you on my clothes,
lingered long and welcome,
a comforting reminder that I was falling in love,
with a girl who made my lips ache, night after night,
in some theater, showing some film,
we really didn't want to see.
