It was nearly summer break,
We met as she bumped into me.
She fell and I helped her up,
That was only the beginning.
We spent summer together,
Being with her, it just felt right.
A thought invaded my mind,
I couldn’t help but think “Kiss her.”
It caught me off guard a bit,
Girls shouldn’t kiss other girls, right?
Wouldn’t that be a bit strange?
Maybe I have just drank too much.
Next time we were together,
I was stone cold sober, And still,
I leant in as my lips met hers,
In that moment, everything stopped.
I didn’t feel weird, or wrong,
It didn’t feel strange, or awkward,
It was perfect. So was she.
I wish it lasted forever.
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