There are two lips, or four if we're technical,
they are pressed together
they are hoping for a spark, a hint, a clue; they are unlucky dreamers,
their hopes are dying in their throats.
NOV PAD 2010 - Day 20
Posted by
Stepfanie
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Labels: Hopeless , kiss , lack of chemistry , no sparks , Wrong kisses
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