New Kiss
Next year will be the year,
The year you're here.
The year you're here for that new Kiss.
That kind of kiss that goes down once a year,
Right after all that is old passes by.
It passes by like you pass me by,
You pass me up you pass me by.
I look forward to that night,
That night you stay awhile.
When you stay and say you don't want to pass me by.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment