let the breath flow free.

I haven't had this feeling in so long,
The taste of her lips as they slide down mine.
The touch of her hand as it caresses mine.
Why do I wear my heart where it is?

Non-cryptic, Not real.

I've kissed a lot of girls,
Broke a lot of hearts.
These lips aren't the same,
They aren't made for pain.
Destruction isn't rearing it's head.
It ignores and lets something beautiful bloom.