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 Feb 2015 Rose
Jonny Angel
I drank the spit
pouring from your lips
with great zest
and I must confess,
I am forever
intoxicated,
drunk on your poison
that killed me.
For there has never,
never will there be
another
who kissed me
the way you did.

Of that I am sure(ly)
dead.
 Feb 2015 Rose
damsel in distress
There I was again tonight
Hoping for a chance
Wearing a gown with a touch of pink
Walking in front of you
And yet you don't even gave me a glance

Then your best friend asked for a dance
While dancing, he noticed that I am looking at you
He said that you would dance me later
I don't want to believe
But an undesirable hope ignited

I am back on my sit
Time check, eleven o'clock
I looked up at the stars
Silently praying for my last dance
When you are coming near me
Unfortunately, you asked my friend not me

Time is running,
It's already twelve midnight
Just like Cinderella,
I need to go home
You were not my first and last but my *never dance

— The End —