Your first kiss is destiny knocking.
Your first kiss is destiny knocking.
I was in the air around him. I was in the cold mornings he had now. I was in the quiet time he spent alone. I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free.
I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.
Our only kiss was like an accident -- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories