October and December Kisses
A kiss,
what is the truth that it holds?
My first kiss left me disappointed
and I didn't know what the hype was for.
I waited 17 years and I don't know how many lovers
to give it away.
I wasted it,
my first kiss,
on a boy that October day.
I wasted it on a boy
that wouldn't stay.
But my first kiss,
(my first real one)
I don't think I wasted it,
but gave it as a prize
it caught me out of the blue
caught me by surprise.
It was not planned.
It was not thought out.
It didn't just last a second,
but a minute
then the minute turned into an hour or more.
I don't know how many kisses landed on my lips that day,
all I remember is how badly I wanted to stay,
and not, no never go away.
My first kiss, the one I gave as a prize
the one that caught me out of the blue,
the one that caught me by surprise
that one I gave to a man, that December day.
That was a prize I was glad to give away,
and I hope that he stays.
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