A kiss on the cheek, then a kiss on the lips
Our faces crossing like an eclipse
Your breath on my skin and your hand in mine
And our hearts beating, slipping past time
Our eyes connecting and sending non-existent whispers
But then you pull away giving my heart blisters
Why do you do that just when I think you love me
Is it because I'm blind and I can't see
Your love isn't real and will always be a game
And it's wild and free and will never be tame
So next time you kiss me I'll feel under attack
Because all those kisses you stole, I want them back
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