Kiss me a thought,
I ask of thee.
To heal my wounded soul,
I crave for thee.

The creepy cold feeling,
That I long for,
It steals my soul away,
Wanting more and more...

Purge my lips,
With the essence of your love.
For the whispers of your heart,
Are cold and unsure.

Darkness enrich the air,
Yet I long to be with you.
Racing through my mind,
My thoughts are askew.

Render me a kiss,
In the shallow sea.
That I may see your pity,
And my soul will be free.

Kiss Me A Thought

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