My Sweet Kiss

Your eyes, your lips, your crooked nose for days and hours I could stare at those Our skins meet for the first time,

When you hold my arm and feel you close.

Like a thousand butterflies inside me Your smile, your talk, your laugh, such bliss But it also cuts like a razor sharp knife Like your pretentious tinsel town kiss. But all these are for show, all for our audience, strangers we not know All for the lights and lenses The miniature glamour, all for show.

Now we are apart, uncertain when we would meet again

Now this old heart longs for you

And now belongs to you

In my mind, in my soul, I could only dream

Of the beautiful movie scene and what could’ve been.