Sunday, December 5, 2010
When does it start and when does it end?
Longing for the feel of lips brushing against my skin
Heated moist breath, making me shiver
Secretly, I dream for another kiss like that.
What happens after you have grown apart
and live together for convenience?
A part of you is tucked away in a heart shaped box
Wounded and ignoring your wants and desires
Not a victim, only a victim of circumstances
No money, nowhere to go , no insurance
These things have somehow grown to out weigh passion
It seems, there is not enough room for all of them
We make choices, sacrifices, and follow paths
Happy, or unhappy we choose our destiny
Of all the things, I have given up
Passion and breathless kisses, I miss the most