• Empty, the expanse of vast feelings and ministrations

    The tears from within a burden, the pain is unmatched

    Innocence lost among the underbrush of night

    The sun was a friend though, a reminder of what used to be

    Through the crooked porcelain, the meanings had gotten bitter

    And as the touches left their mark

    Through the passion that was a immoral haze

    Over it all was a flicker gone from feeling

    For their kiss means a promise.

    A promise means a chance.