When the sky begins to fade
My eyes find the darkness and
This beating heart halts,
The sound of nothingness takes with it
Everything we never had the chance to say.
Just when I cease to be,
Promise that you won't
Kiss me...

When the cold is upon me,
This pulse that once quickened at the very sound of your voice
Now echoes in a space where you can't follow.
When all I know ceases to be
Just hold my hand-
Don't   kiss me

When we become a memory-
Just when my soul begins that journey
For which none of us prepare,
It would be eternally cruel
To know I had no choice.
Returning to your lips
Is but a hopeful wish.
If you love me,
Understand how that would
**** me,  once more.

Promise that you won't
Kiss me;
I could not bear
The thought of
Never returning
To the tenderness
Of your rose colored
Lips;
Promise.....