This Unnamed Feeling
Washing my eyes
With rain drops of Summertime
He’s kissing my throat
As I choke on this lullaby
Singing it softly
I whisper the words
Lungs filled with sweet flowers
How the scent burns my pupils
As tears turn to embers
They fall hot on my skin
Scorch marks on blushed cheeks
His lips soothe the fire
Like water to flames
But the flower has wilted
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