First Kiss

I've never had a first kiss that I could have again. That first kiss with trembling lips, with eyes that don't know where to look and hands I don't know where to put, so they just stayed there holding yours... I've never found that perfect place a second time, where I hold you close and rest my lips upon your neck and you rest yours on mine. our bodies pressed together and our arms entwined. I've never found another you and I'll never stop looking. The photos just look fake, they don't quite capture the life in your eyes or how soft your lips are. A photo just shows a disguise the same way that you don't get the story when just looking at a scar. I'm living to forget now because I'm dying to remember how your hand felt the first time I held it and how well our fingers fit.