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.
- Title: A Depurified Kiss
- Artist: Kentucky Fried Hookers
A poem made again by me in my notebook. Previously explicit though cut and now Clean to adhere to the rules.
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For the times of heartbreak and loneliness, the void can only be filled with the thriving passion of illusions of faked love.
"For within the glass eyes hid porcelain lies."
- Date: 11/22/2010
- Tags: inpure dark geisha love heartbreak