Love at First Expiry
I saw the sea, then I felt her breath.
I heard her smile, forgot how to fear death.
There was color to the truth, if there ever was a thing,
in the black I could see, in the red I could sing.
When you're born there is sound, there is new all around.
Turns to music when you love, they are vultures, you're a dove.
And you sing and you fight and you start to hate light,
and you travel and you write and then death turns you white.
-And the soulmate you thought could never exist,
she was wating on a star,
she was waiting for your lips,
she was waiting for your hand
to come and touch her hips.
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