They say is kiss is like a start
A wordless letter to the heart,
Yet why can I not feel the same?
Those icy eyes stared into mine,
Excitment caught in a premature shine,
Passions you only sought to inflame.
A feather touch light as my chest,
Told myself this wasn't like the rest,
That the bottle turning had been true.
Such a cruel trick to play,
Should have kept my hopes at bay,
For the snake in waiting was my dearest You.
They say a kiss can turn the tides,
A base for love they do provide,
But now I really must ask why-
Now when i dream of lips touching mine,
And answer questions of 'are you fine?'
I must think always of the kiss that felt like a goodbye