Im tired, so sleepy
But my eyes still drift to the stranger in front
Holding my hand
What’s his name?
But I don't want to know
I don’t want to hold back
But I’ve made my decision
I’ll kiss a stranger
And stay hidden
In the dark corners
No where
No feelings
No emotions
No one to hold
But this pretty stranger in front
Heads move closer
Eyes drift close
And I give my first kiss
To a stranger in front
As my heart closes
Too scared to make a difference…
'To explore the inner self, one must enter the darkness and risk strange beasts.' -Nagourta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a wonderful piece!