No More Kisses

I have long since ceased dreaming

Of kisses under the mistletoe,

Of kisses at midnight as the new year tolls.

I have long since ceased dreaming

Of happily ever after

Smiles and laughter.

Reality, like slow darkness,

Consumes and replaces hope.

I have long since ceased dreaming
Of early morning kisses,
Wishing wells and eyelash wishes.

I have long since ceased dreaming
Of love that conquers all,
And head over heels falls.

Reality, like dense fog,
Shadows and smothers joy.