Him: Poem

I'm not that sure when i made this poem but i'm pretty sure it was after the night we were together...It was my first poem in a really really long time...the last poem i made before that i think was sometime when i was in Year 10 at school...it was a really EMO poem...how emo? Well its about people not appreciating you and the ending had something about slitting wrists...And no...it was not about me(I think) and i was not suicidal back then... =P

The Last Kiss

The evening moon high in the sky,
reflecting its blue light on us,
the cool night air gently passes by,
while our hands held on tight.

The warmth of her hand,
keeps me alive through the night,
she slowly turns her head,
her dark brown eyes stared into mine.

Her eyes sparkles,
her cheeks turn scarlet,
her lips,
a luvly red.

She closes her eyes,
her head slowly moves,
closer and closer,
her lips slightly parted.

Time stopped,
as did my heart,
my frozen lips,
felt warm again.