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 Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 9:51 am
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A innocent kiss from one friend
Standing up like this, myself I defend.
To someone I never would have before
Where am I getting this courage, and more?
I stood up to you, who ordered me around.
Should I go back to her, should I back down?
Now you won't speak to me, won't see me.
My head is spinning with this new vestige.
The proof is in my eyes; something is different now.
In someway, I have changed, somehow.
The song plays on the radio, "It was only a kiss / it went something like this."
I listen to my story, my song, and ponder, all because of a innocent kiss.
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Last night, I had gone to a friend's house and she kissed me on the forehead, seemingly innocent, but...I sensed something more. Also, I probably enjoyed it more than I should have. -gulps-
If that were not bad enough, I had stood up to my ex-boyfriend who bosses me around in the same night, and now he is not speaking to me, at least, not as he used to. I am not sure what to do. He is not happy for me standing up to him, and I suspect he may be jealous.
If, along with your comments of the poem, could you give advice? I do like her as a friend, and I am tempted to ask why she kissed me for seemingly no reason, but...should I?
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 6:55 am
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