Kiss Poem by Kelsea Osterman

Kiss on the hand.
Kiss on the cheek.
A simple kiss on the lips.
That simple thing that you did change me.
It gave simple little hope that one day we could be.
I asked you once I ask you twice, what do you want?
You were sweet and asked me what I really wanted.
I wanted to be more than friends and you know that.
Yet here I am still with you and your simple kiss on the hand,
kiss on the cheek, and little simple kiss on the lips.
And then you say just friends.