Asked if she could throb my heart with a Climax
But said she doesn't belive in fairytales
For It all ends with bright lipsticks
times wish her life was sleeping beauty
Being awake comes with phases
Phases that comes with springs and autumn
Said her lipstick was as red as an apple
but fell far from its tree on a summer evening
Winters are harvest of angels
But the devil thrives more in summer
Life is sweet wine, cocktails and coffee
Price i paid was innocence
Once i confuse for experience
Death doesn't come for you till you breath
Breath different from your peers
the gathering of youths are soul drifters
For not all roses are red
But the smell for them are bitter sweet
told me she been closed to death once
smile on his lips felt comforting and his kisses were sweet as tangerine
Frosted emotions can ride you to your early grave but
Foretell me what is life without trouble
for only with it you find beauty
Beauty for this we call living
©drexeletsi
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