Sweet morning kisses,
Tasting ever so delicious.
Hand running through your hair,
Staring up into thin air.
Kissing your lips,
Hands on your hips.
Feeling you close,
Smelling the scent of a rose.
Until it all ends
And it’s hard to make amends.
No more goodnight texts
And a great lack of romance contexts.
The never-ending pain as you lie awake that night.
No path seems bright at first sight.
Every memory is heart breaking.
Forever playing in your waking.
But a heart is destined to break
And grow stronger as it does.
It’s all a shame that you must ache
To know the blissful buzz.