Why do I continue to hold the flame


When so many times it has burned me

Roses
will die

Chocolates
will melt

But I'll never forget
the feeling that
I felt

You and I,
we floated upon
clouds of cotton candy,
felt the warmth
of the butterscotch sun,
and with eyes tightly closed,
we kissed each other
like wishful stars of sugar.

It's a crying shame
our parachutes failed to open...