A warm kiss,
I was touched by a summer-
a bright smile in an abyss,
of your touch chasing after me in the darkness
_17 kisses,_
One for everyday I got to see your face
a second extra, just before you had to go away
By the third's; I had enough to remember yesterday,
and a forthcoming excitement to kiss you another day again
Five working days, of waiting to kiss you by the weekend,
secret kisses; too shy to kiss in front of our six friends
Several times I had lost my tongue, and words to speak after,
knowing me well enough, I ate all of my words
with a spoonful of awkward laughter
And after nine conversations; our texts started to read out a bit more mischievous, loudly with thoughts of kissing thereafter
So by ten, I was filled with an intent to be a slave to my feelings
of ecstasy being a cunning master
Elevating a count of eleven days of weary, of me missing you,
though it's only been a day, it felt like twelve days of blues
Searching my eyes of any remaining tears I have to shed,
thirteen tear drops are what I had left- _so few_
As my fortunes to have found someone quite daring like you,
had my searching through fourteen versions of myself,
And by fifteen, my sixteen year old self was the only time I found the confidence to approach you
By seventeen, I sort of fell in love; for a moment
being young as always to such an experience,
it only lasted a moment
So by after 17, I eventually grew out of love,
growing up to keep on searching for
a true love experience
Do teens ever find true love!