The Kiss...

by Lost & Delirious   Aug 22, 2006


Bittersweet wound, placed upon her lips,
One more thief has left her speechless.
He shuts the door behind him.
Silence stings...

Darkness binds her liquid vision.
The starving soul seeking some light.
The pureness of her heart, still missing.
Hope lingers...

Sleeping beauty, once again lost in lonely fantasy.
Motionless patience, waiting for:
The kiss...

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