I don't know, read it if you'd like. Wrote this at like, three AM.
|When I'm tired I think of kisses.
Kisses on the neck, the cheeks, the lips.
A kiss on the forehead, on the shoulder.
You might think I'm one of those blabby teenage girls,
That think of having the perfect guy,
Who would love them forever and ever,
That's not me.
I just like kissing.