A kiss blown is a kiss wasted,
The only true kiss is a kiss tasted...

Its hard not to hate when its venom
runs its course through one's veins...

I've held my deepest breaths in the shallowest...
and I can not say that I've missed vast oceans...

She was told she'd be safe
If she stayed on the path...

A world that
I never thought tame...

Tread lightly as a feather
when prepared to disobey...

Under cotton and chaos is
Where I choose to lay my head...

Upon the frosty tops
of snowed dipped mountains tips...

A touch of fantasy is all one needs
to become addicted to the unattainable...

A wilting rose once poised with such elegance,
Now taken by hate hanging by loose threads...

You'll be in my heart,
For this I know so...