Kissing Booth
kissing booth
kissing
booth
i
wasnt invited
my love is insane
how
could
i
hide it
her lipgloss
may have subliminally applied it
my love may have dried it
surely you have gone mad
he thought she thought
he never knew whom to trust
that feeling she rubbed
on
him
as she taught him to kiss
that booth glowed
oh
how
that
booth glowed
like her love lips
had
power
oh
how that kissing booth glowed
when at last it became my turn
in
the
kissing booth
my love simply replied
i ain't kissing that toad
oh how i still dream
of
that
glow
what an
kissing booth show
?
Copyright © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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