To set on fire her frozen lips,
So she can feel her lost bliss.
To kill her past,
Holding her as prisoner in dead memories.
To free her soul,
Of the apprehensions and decisions.
To find tears in her eyes,
Like finding an ocean in the desert.
To breathe colour into her skin,
Of frozen blood and sin.
To make her mine,
Hers, and mine.
To set on fire her frozen lips,
So she can feel her lost bliss.
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