Kissing you is like how I thought it should be
But then I kissed so many frogs
I forgot what I knew
And kissing green seemed normal
Became normal – I stopped questioning
Now I remember the dreams the original dreams
Of lust and love and the magic in between
You bring out my insecurity
It’s easy to be confident standing beside a frog
But now I remember the girl, kissing her reflection
With all the hope, but not enough questions
And all the enthusiasm to master the expected.
