My First Kiss (Not Typical) Poem by Cena Rose

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…