I wrote how I felt
on a small slip of paper
and I threw it
into the ocean
to never been seen
*again

Last night, I got kisses.
They weren't sweet kisses,
They weren't soft kisses.

They were sharp kisses,
They were swift kisses.
They were the kind of kisses that leave marks.

They were the kind of kisses that sting.
They were peppering kisses,
They were lightning kisses.

They were biting kisses,
They were a blade's kisses.
They were the kinds of kisses I regret.

They were the kinds of kisses that sting for days.
They were silver kisses,
They turned into red kisses.

They weren't my first kisses,
They weren't my last kisses.
Last night, I got kisses.

The moon and the sun,
When one is up, the other is down.
...
Just like our **love

I've nothing to write.
Motivation's hard to find.
Help, I'm uninspired.