I remember my first kiss.
Not the first kiss I'd ever had
But the first one that really truly mattered
For some people they're one and the same
But my first and first true just weren't on the same date
The first kiss with the first person I wanted to have all my lasts with.
In hindsight it was probably an awkward mess
I had know idea where my tongue or hands or feet should rest
Yet still, the object of my affection stayed invested
And I'd kissed this wonderful person whose presence I'd been blessed with
Hugs and caresses
Septembers and Decembers
Our love was young and new and reckless
Our hearts were wild and restless
But on the February grass one day something grew tame
Sure it was heartbreaking but no one was to blame
Some clouds don't bring rain like some sparks have to fade
But it was great, having a first great
Some don't even get a first good.
It took a while for a great one after that
But we couldn't last either, that's just the facts
One or two more greats and there were only goods left
And then there were only okays left
Maybe I'll find another first I wanna last with
A person to share my future, present and past with
A person I wanna clink every glass with
A person to avoid the February grass with
But if no one is my someone ever again
I won't take it personally, I've had some good friends
I had some great greats, and a couple terribles too
But I'd love for this next one to be the last first.
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