Kissing Games.

[punkpixie]

Gold in the mud,
And diamonds in the rough,
But still you remain lost.
Just let yourself be found.
There are my memories and ficticious plans,
In which I run and hide.
A dark room.
My solitary candle.
Snuffed out smokey sun.

You are my match and I hold you dear,
To my heart and my thorn.
This is love. This is war.
Empty box, little pills,
Watch the space the sunlight fills.
My clouds are blue, a sky is gray.
Hands on heads, tongues in mouths.

Go on, you can, you will, you want to,
Kiss away what you dont need,
Go on, you can, you will, you want to,
How I exist is not what you need,
And how you live is not what you mean.