Empty kiss

The sadness of that empty kiss is like poison running thought your veins.
It was gentle, it was naive, it was nothing compare to the passion you used to have.
Your heart rate rose a bit, a tiny little bit, so small change that is not worthy.
Empty kisses leaves us alone, feeling less, like if we had not been truthful to yourself.
Like if we would like to believe a lie, a lie of empty encounters...