Kiss

The sent of the burning fire
the twinkle in your eyes
the land of burnt nature
the pink clouds above
i still miss your precence
even though my surroundings are bliss
i sit here in the cold and long for your kiss
my eyes like crystal look out to the view
my mind knowing your not there
but my heart looking for you
theres a broken chair
a green tree
im still dreaming of you and me
i can hear your thoughts i know your thinking of me
and now ill turn the page
my thoughts left as a mystery
but i will remember the first time you kissed me.