Conflicted Kisses
There's one thing I fail to understand, I'm struggling under your expectations. Be gentle to me, wielder of power, Eyes are wandering to and fro. Kissing the flower he holds in his hands, And so Light kisses Dark, Pain kisses Relief;
And that object happens to be you:
A cold figure in a distant land,
With no heart to give or the will to choose.
Will you ever find greatness in me?
My mind is empty of revelations,
Of discoveries far beyond what we see.
My heart is my gift of remorse and life.
And please take care of this lovely flower,
Guard it from frigid pain and heavy strife.
Lips are quivering to spill a dream.
Charmer from afar doesn't want to know,
His flower is more than what she seems.
She is the object that he never heard;
The girl that he will never understand,
But he kisses the flower that is her.
Love kisses Hate, and Doubt kisses Belief.