20 cm

At 20cm you stop,
Don’t come closer,
or else I’ll jump.

I’ll kiss you silly,
till your gasping for breath,
and I’m satisfied. 

But then what?
You’ll look at me,
with shock and wide eyes.

And I’ll look down,
smiling to myself,
How foolish will it be?

You’re in love with another,
and yet I’d take every chance,
To kiss your lips.

At 20cm you stop,
Don’t come closer,
and I won’t cross the line.


Author’s profile: Esha is in 12th at the moment. Currently 17 years old, trying to work her way around life. She often writes down a lot of poems based on her experiences, ideas, or some scenarios.