will i ever get that one kiss?One hugIt's what makes me want moreEvery time I'm upset you send me a message saying you're sending hugs my wayGod how I wish you actually were hugging meYour hugs are different to meBeing in your embrace makes me feel amazingBut to youA hug is just something you give me when I'm sadWell what about a kissWhat if kisses are what you should give me when I'm sadWho am I kiddingI will never get a kiss from youNot even oneThat's all I wantJust one kiss to show you how I truly feel about youI've almost had a kiss from you beforeBut I had to do the right thing and stop myselfI've leaned in to kiss you before but you didn't noticeI felt bad for doing it thoughI should have known not to but it just happened
To be honest I wish I would have kissed youI wish I would have just kept leaningI know you would have freaked outI know you would have been madMaybe it would have been worth itMaybe you would have realized you're like meBut who am I kiddingYou don't like girls
Give Me a Reason.Okay, so I'm a guy. I have a best friend, named Katie. I'm in love with her. What to do? Just like anyone else, I'm afraid of being friend zoned. And the whole cliché, "if she doesn't like you back, your relationship is ruined forever" thing.Katie isn't the romantic kind. Honestly, she doesn't care for it at all. She is what you call a "strong, independent woman who doesn't need a man". Ya' know, even though she's fricking adorable. She's short, wears her soft blonde hair in pigtails, wears cute little dresses, and acts childish. In a short tempered, fun way. Whenever we hang out, we play laser tag, have races outside, go to amusement parks, rollerblade, and get ice cream. In the winter, we go ice skating, have hot chocolate, make snowmen, sled
I always have a blast with her. You know, while everyone else is either getting drunk and high at trashy parties, or staying at home, watching TV, using the computer. Or playing chess and studying. The point is, I have the most happi
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weirdBut I felt that I should write this down.I need to tell you what I feelAnd tell you what he means to me.He's my best friend and he's a good man.Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.Now, I know that you're not badCause he would never choose someone who's mean.But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;Please don't break his heart.He's been through so muchAnd he doesn't deserve something like that.He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by othersAnd would take any pain for the people he loves.I know, I've witnessed it.I know he may seem kind of childish sometimesBut don't let it get to you.It's just his way of expressing himself. He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.He'll put your needs before h
Best FriendDo you know how many times you’ve hurt me,Never intending to, never noticing?Do you know how many times you’ve pierced a dagger through my heart,Completely oblivious to it?Pain is the hardest coming from a friend.What felt so natural to youIt pained me so deep.Why do I feel as we are growing more and more apartWhen you are walking right next to me?Why do I feel like you’re slipping and I can’t hold you?You have no idea how scared I amThat I will leave you behindAnd that you will think I betrayed you.You have no idea how many times I cried because of you,Because you just don’t see, and I don’t know how to explain.If you only knew how terribly scared I am,That you won’t be there with me in the end.But I do believe you know I will do everything I canI will fight for you with all I’ve got‘Cause you know that’s the only choice I have.
Unspoken ConfessionsI never told you why I ran away.We were such close friends, then I shut you out.I am sorry; my mind was full of doubt:A secret that I had no words to say.I ran away when I felt the callingOf a feeling I did not want to know,Or much less, a feeling that I could show.Years later, I want to come back crawling.Now, four years later, here's the confession:I hid myself from you in such a rushBecause I had developed a huge crush.It felt like betrayal of emotion.And now, my old friend, I'll apologize,Because, like me, this poem can't meet your eyes.