Missed

...as i see you falling

y can only remember the sun in your eyes

reflecting the spirit you left deep inside

roses are gone

lips are forgotten

but that spirit keeps falling 

in love with my breath every morning..

...and i'm still remembering

turning head such a mess

the worst is now coming to light

while i want to pull you away of that dress...

...my bloodshot eyes wonder the time

to be shut again

and let my hand do their trip

while you're layed down undressed

in that God blessed bed...

Me in the pen... you in my mind