The sunsets sweat begins to drip
A days work is over or is it?
Butteflies flying at dusk
No bat's insight; peacefull
The loved ones are lip locked
Hearts sprung blooming gracefully
Its not overated no
Its unheard of;Not believed in
Happiness is not granted
It is achieved
Though many look past
Though the past looks foward
Which doesnt make since.
Because the future looks back.
The lovers past is not forgotten
Though the future is thought apon
Peace is never gained..nor is trust
They will not suffer no
Because though their lips were locked
She was sly she found the key
She is free...her lips now unlocked

Links to come

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A LIFE OF CHRYME