A kiss?
What is a kiss?
What does it hold?
Why do we say it's so bold?
Is it for friendship or bliss?
Or just plain selfishness?
Does your first, still reminisce?
Do you still recall, what made that kiss?
The taste, the smell, the fragrant mist?
Was it truly such, a true love's kiss?

What was the expected reaction
when it was only an abstraction
not for love but for lust
a tool to be mold your emotions in gold
by the words that are lies
for they've been spoken before
by countless love makers untold
Oh how this kiss will unfold
just like countless stories of old
tears, lies, a fire gone cold...

Silence

This is only the truth,
when love still lays undefined
so walk between the lines
of only social chimes
where love is demoted to lust
for selfish greed and happy deeds
with no morals or endurance to abide
or will the light you seek still shine,
not in their smile, or in their eyes
not in some lie about first site
but by the day and by the night
whether in joy, or total fright

A kiss can hold a promise
but only if you choose to swear
to sacrifice and beat the strife
or it's your heart you choose to tear
it can be a promise to break,
or an assurance of faith
what path will you take

The base behind this kiss,
the true first kiss we miss,
what fills our life with bliss,
isn't any of this,
not a simple touch of the lips
for it isn't the kiss,
but what lies within
that makes the kiss
a hit
or a miss