I've never had that kiss that meant something.
That magical spark.
That bond between two lips becoming one.
Lost in a daydream.
Rolling waves.
A dried up dessert.
A heart that lost its beat.
A smile that's incomplete.
My first kiss meant nothing.
No meaning.
No spark.
It was something I couldn't cherish.
An hour glass that's running out of time.
Hear my crys .
Heal my heart.
Sweep me off my feet.
Searching for my other bond.
Where art thou?
I want to feel alive.
I'm in need of your lips.