The taste of pain
Stumbles on to my taste buds,
sweat coated flavor
drawn to my lips

the trembling of notes life
leave the page
like eraser skin
the mental fight begins

pining memories against feeling,
oil-like tears drive thickly
down my face with no remorse
for those around.

the only thing to stop me is you,
With those early morning lips
that warm up my cloudy soul,

no one has given birth to my creativity like you,
I have only one recollection of you,
but not even time will take it from me.


© weking