Once born it's never on thy lips
Upon thy brow a mothers kiss
Then others all will follow suit
Bestowing light and love to you
Instinct overrides them all
As lips to your brow they are called
Yet as you grow it seems to stop
Kisses to your cheek do flock
Then when love and lust appear
Kisses to the lips doth flow
Once again a child is born
Now you are drawn to their sweet brow
Yet years pass and twilight falls
You start to shed this mortal coil
Once again they come to kiss
On your brow, not your lips
A cycle now almost complete
Ancestors call, it's time to leave
A kiss opon a wrinkled brow
Third eye closed, time to go
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
Once born it's never on thy lips
Upon thy brow a mothers kiss
Then others all will follow suit
Bestowing light and love to you
Instinct overrides them all
As lips to your brow they are called
Yet as you grow it seems to stop
Kisses to your cheek do flock
Then when love and lust appear
Kisses to the lips doth flow
Once again a child is born
Now you are drawn to their sweet brow
Yet years pass and twilight falls
You start to shed this mortal coil
Once again they come to kiss
On your brow, not your lips
A cycle now almost complete
Ancestors call, it's time to leave
A kiss opon a wrinkled brow
Third eye closed, time to go
Something that needed finishing
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