Wednesday, 20 July 2011


I want to steal your first kiss
I want to trace it up and down
Upon my tongue
A new flavor to carry
As I'd lean back

The maze
The flash
The chopped off rolling head

I can see the lipstick traces
As you look into the mirror
You've made them yourself
One end up to your chin
Everyone did it at five
But not at this age
Even if you had been the first
You seem to long for a certain someone
So you wash it off
Just because he's there
So lean back.


On the Writing Course, Wednesdays are Wednesdays, hope you're all having a great time.


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