Kisses on the nightstand,
No strings attached,
Red roses in his hand,
Why did you come back?

Chaotic skies in room 35,
They fight, they love,
But can't say goodbye.
Herself, she can't find,
She's gone south,
In him, she's stuck inside.

Lost in a maze through chaos, though calm,
Navigation seems so hard.
Every ounce of him has captured her,
Polluting her lungs, intensifying life,
It tastes as good as red rum.

His words paint a picture
Of everything she wants,
But what are words if
His actions don't match
The canvas he's describing?

Every knock she dare refuse to answer,
Her heart jumps up and runs,
'Cause when he appears she overdoses,
She could die in his arms.

One day the sky is full of remarkable colors
That cloud her judgement,
She can't seem to see the cloudy dark skies
That leaves waters in her eyes.
Love is a testimony of the blind.


© starrose