I blew a kiss from my bedroom window, giving no thought to where it might land.
It touched the cheek of a pretty girl, who smiled at me and walked on.
When she passed my window in Autumn, I blew a kiss to her again. This time, before walking, she called up her name.
When she passed by in Winter, she told me her secrets.
And when she passed by in Spring, it was she who blew a kiss to me.
My life could have gone many ways, but no way better than taking a chance, and blowing a kiss.
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When I first wrote ‘Blowing A Kiss’, it was sweet. Then I decided the sweet version was rubbish so I wrote a dark one. Then I decided that was also rubbish, so I wrote a more middling one, and published that.
A bit later, I rewrote the dark one. Now I’ve managed to get the sweet one into a state I’m happy enough to put up as well, though I think the dark one is my favourite.
Anyhow, the dark one is here and the middle one is here, and together they show it’s not the action, but the reaction that’s important.
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The dark one (v2) is more thought provoking and, in my opinion, the best version. More disturbing, certainly, but it provokes more of a reaction.