While staring at an innocent yellow wall,
I decide I want my first kiss back.
It was mine, and it was wasted
on a boy without a face.
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Oh, the things we can't wash off. And the moments that divide our lives into a time before, and a time after. If you find a do-over button, buy me one and I'll pay you back. Great work, unique perspective as usual, Tara. Don
This is a special piece of poetry, you have an original take on the usual romantic first kiss poetry. And if we think, so many first kisses must be less than those perfect moments in time. Lol, I knew who I wanted for my first kiss. I gave him my telephone number at the end of the seventh grade, spoke to him all summer on the telephone, and after we went to our first school dance, I pretty much told him that he was going to kiss me when we stood out there by the lockers. Peace, L&T
wonderful comments here - quite a list! but no poem, I fear, if his kiss had missed. -chuck
I'm sure if you said it to him that way, he wouldn't be hurt by it much. That was the best way you could ever say something negative to somebody. I have my regrets too... but that was wonderfully expressed right there :) I love how your work seems to have a distinctive ending. It's very strong.
lovely and wonderful tara, i like it so much. every single phrase sats it all.
Every phrase delighted me. You took me along on your experience, and inside you. Makes me want to read all you've posted. The word 'ego' has a slightly different tone than everything else, possibly, at least I slightly rose out of the poem on that one word, I think...
lovely very lovely, i liked it...you write very well...i hope will learn from you, if you be my teacher. thanks
very sweet... liked the end also.... put it together... good write :)
my mind flew into the history with your word painting.... great work. Kolitha
Ahh, the inexpert fumblings of innocent youth. I remember it well. (It wasn't me, was it? If so I apologise unreservedly) . Jx
This is just beautiful. I can feel that night and all the youth and its lovely.
Such a wise and prudent poem, Tara, that illuminates that one, beautiful gift every girl has. A good reminder, as well, to all of us who have not yet given that gift away. Thank you, and God bless!
One can never know pleasure....without first having experienced pain! Excellent composition.