A forehead kiss?
The sweet comforting; that secure feeling. Tonight, left me bittersweet. Bonds were broken because of the distance, but in all things, we mended. You made me laugh loud, and smile hard and mad fiercly: all the things I take for granted. And in my own way, I did for you. No other pain from being crushed at your side felt sweeter.
A forehead kiss..
After you poked fun at the “cute” things I do and we play fight ‘til you hold my hand. And its chilling nature mimics your past looks toward me: lifeless. So I hold it with both hands so you can feel as warm as I do whenever I catch you glancing over at me. Only asking whats wrong because Im too coy to let you see the worth of it in my eyes. No boost to the ego in that.
A forehead kiss.
When I told you I’d miss you, with a smooth bass so you’d recognized my genuine heart as the notes danced through the airwaves. I’d miss you most of all. But then, this? while still in that embrace glazing. I looked longing, but you never better. No reply. Eyes shut. Pure Silence. Three to the temple, and I will never understand you