Sleep evades my wandering mind
That is the cause of my poetic rhyme
Can't seem to forget, this cursed memory
Of my favorite moment, between him and me
A late august evening, out by his car
A smile, a hug, and then came the sparks
The look in his eye, his lop-sided grin
Made way for butterflies, deep down within
The next thing I knew, I couldn't think
This new sensation, pushed me over the brink
My voice wouldn't work, my lungs couldn't breathe
His kiss was gentle, unexpected, and brief
Now so much later, after the fact
Those wicked emotions, still won't retract
My heart won't let go, raining teardrops
Although my head, demands it to stop
I hate him, his kisses, his lop-sided grin
So much that I don't, know where to begin
His words they won't vanish, right into thin air
And the ones left unspoken, simply just reappear
I kept giving up, hoping to cease
Remembering him, the source of my grief
And yet I could never, run very far
For he was my lantern, my bright northern star
A hope in my darkness, a light in my fear
A thought that just maybe, my heart he would hear
Then one day it struck me, a loud aching bolt
To which my poor body, felt an appalling revolt
Not once had he heard, my resounding plea
All that he'd done, had just been a tease
Now all that remains, of what I forsook
My best memory, of that first kiss he took
