The sweet breath of a forgotten kiss.
Tingling,
Stinging,
Nostalgia turns to bliss.
Littered by semantics and tired tricks.
Tender blessings from murderous lips.
Temptation lead by malice,
Hoping to tease with pensive solace.
Chances bred in threes,
Preying the last will set thee free.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 6:17 PM UTC
The sweet breath of a forgotten kiss.
Tingling,
Stinging,
Nostalgia turns to bliss.
Littered by semantics and tired tricks.
Tender blessings from murderous lips.
Temptation lead by malice,
Hoping to tease with pensive solace.
Chances bred in threes,
Preying the last will set thee free.
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