Sometimes, I search, <br />tripping over the stone <br />that’s meant for me. <br />Before long, I realize the <br />suspended magic of <br />the stone is what I seek. <br />So to the stone I scream, <br />“Crack” <br />and release all that I need. <br /> <br />Can I tell you anything? <br />Can I say these words I sing? <br /> <br />Crackle my heart, <br />wipe away my frown, <br />build me up, <br />don’t tear me down. <br />Hit the mark, <br />Cupid don’t miss, <br />all I need is <br />that one kiss. <br /> <br />At the end of the day, I sit <br />in my empty room collecting <br />thoughts to dial up the phone. <br />My passion in life are these <br />minutes with you, talk about <br />events, we crack the stone. <br />You are the one I want <br />to speak to-more than a friend- <br />before I rest my bones. <br /> <br />Can I tell you anything? <br />Can I say these words I sing? <br /> <br />Crackle my heart, <br />wipe away my frown, <br />build me up, <br />don’t tear me down. <br />Hit the mark, <br />Cupid don’t miss, <br />all I need is <br />that one kiss.<br /><br />stan pelfrey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/116-that-one-kiss/
