It all started with a kiss--
Well more along the lines,
Of a full out miss.
But all of that,
Is neither here, nor there.
Because it all started with your lips.
Your lips--
A matching set of pure sin.
But yet again that falls under schematics.
What matters is, how it ended.
With a shove, and then a pull.
The wall, of my resolved;
Crumbled far across my kingdom.
You ask for how it ended?
When did I ever say--
The story was finished.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
It all started with a kiss--
Well more along the lines,
Of a full out miss.
But all of that,
Is neither here, nor there.
Because it all started with your lips.
Your lips--
A matching set of pure sin.
But yet again that falls under schematics.
What matters is, how it ended.
With a shove, and then a pull.
The wall, of my resolved;
Crumbled far across my kingdom.
You ask for how it ended?
When did I ever say--
The story was finished.
