Kiss

Last night I woke up to find my TV blasted and my radio crashed to the floor Before I woke up I had a dream it was you and me on the docks Than I had a little thought of a kiss - what if I missed your lips? oh no Now I sit here and read my ex's fantasy's to kill me But than again I don't think it matters because she still flatters me still Here I believe in my own rules and I think that your so cool And I hope you don't stare because my poem is scary Lastly I hope it not ghastly but if it makes you unhappy It'll be scrapped and thrown away So I leave my final note that will denote the note that your reading hopefully your heart stops beating when I say: Will you kiss me