A revised version of a quick little poem I wrote the other day based on a thought I had after some random pondering. I tend to write in freestyle because I cannot rhyme for life, so hopefully the rhyme doesn't sound too forced or cheesy.
Kisses
All she's ever had were misses
Aching hearts and empty kisses
She never quite believed in love
Yet somehow remained a closet romantic
Her heart is so empty, her heart is so drained
Still, indifference she continues to feign
As her heart remains shadowed, eclipsed
She wonders if people wear their lips
Like they wear their hearts—out on their sleeves
For she just doesn't believe
That kisses mean that much anymore
Wonders what she saves her first for
Wonders if maybe she's just too finicky
Does it make her picky
That she doesn't want to give her heart away
Just wants her kisses to convey
Something more than teenage lust
Even if it can never be love?
Because even if her heart ever soars
She's also so heart sore
And so she keeps her secrets sealed
Even though they claim that love heals
And as much intimacy as lips can bestow
She knows too well the poison they can blow
Love, it seems, has become a forgotten notion
And so, to her, kissing is a pointless motion
My first publish on FictionPress! I'm not sure why, but I just started wondering what's the point of kissing? I mean, why does kissing convey affection? It sounds like a weird thing to think about, even to me, but that was how this poem got born. I must have been feeling melancholy or something when I wrote this. Anyways, reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thank you!