First Kiss-Poem from past 3

The soft tenderness of his lips

The gentle touch of his fingertips

Do I miss that kiss?

Yes, but I would’ve followed some tips

Love can be blind

Cole can be kind

Love can be the brightest of lights

In the darkest of nights

His love is kind

Oh how I wish he was mine

School is a zoo

Wild, boring and lame

But when I see you 

I wish we had the same last name

I am lonely at night

Where is that light?

Baby honey, sugarpie?

I cry, cry cry

Hold my hand, kiss me softly, lay with me

So that we could be

The love that was meant to be seen 

I never feel alone