The roses in a vase. One for her and one for me. The third is a moment never lost. What a dream. To live in between the illusions of an us. Feeling beautiful. Steering to share the luv. As dead as the flower trying to be useful. As the candle flickers a softened light. Dim like the thoughts we cater too. As every second spent together hurries our end of time. For the for ourself will burn the fuse. And yet, here we are. Avoiding what wet don’t wanna admit. Emotions are selfish in the heart. For when the feeling is gone names change upon the lips. As a gentleness is spoken in the now. Wanting to get closer than air can breathe. Knowing silent whispers are craved from the mouth. Truth is, what will perish will be. A couple of luv’rs only last so long. Sharing glimpses of a passion adored. As the life within will fade into a song. To be recycled into a willingness scorned.
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