By B.K
Date: 9 October 2000
The Boy Next Door
My First Kiss
You asked me if I had ever
Been kissed by a boy
I lied and said yes
After all you were the one
That taught me basketball
Cards, football, torture
The boy next door
I was competitive with you
Why should you know you were first?
So you could rub something else in
But somehow that’s what happened
And it was more than warm and there
Were several kisses and more times to kiss
We became competitive kissers
Then when you told me that you were
Taking someone your own age to the dance
I never forgave you
So I found someone my age as well
You got jealous and asked me to pick
You or him, which one I liked most
I lied again
I wanted you to feel the way I had. You did
My regret, I want you to know now
It should have been you.
Just don’t ask me how many years too late
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner