Kiss these lips,
and I am forever
gone.

I drain the ruby,
and the fluster
makes you blush.

Rose does not
compare to the
sadness in me.

I dance with
anticipation,
only to find
your embarasement.

So we cling
forgotten words,
and lost hopes.

And yet we wrestle
with misery in
our voice.

We walk away
in our own deepest
moments.

04/24/2010

Posted on 04/24/2010
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