| When kisses become superfluous When my formative years die off All the diverse kisses The ones I never experienced again When time consumes Will seem so distant It�s the things I can never touch again Moments that freeze, play back Like your passion, short lived When I sit, forlorn Can I regret futile endeavors? The shadow of youth will giggle Will smirk, relaxed, and not alone Upon my wounded pride And bleed into my ripened hands Last willing to absorb my Ashamed tears. |
| Superfluous |