Kiss from a Rose

Girls always want more flowers
until the final rose on the grave
DAMN.
Seal

Fear died and hope lived
when I kissed her the first time
Her lips opened my eyes
to the galaxies within
and the Universe without
her
empty

Fire burned in the absinth/absence
of her presence
A constant surprise gift
Holding her but still missed

She asked where she was
I could not see her
Staring into space in front of me
She sees someone else

For this
there is no cure

Author: DJ Boss Player

A lover of music and all people...

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