I don't want to know you've lain there
like a soldier from some war,
I don't want to see you laying there
like a victim from the 80's,
I don't want to hear you've been there
like i often fear you will,
I don't want to taste your words
knowing they may be your last,
I don't want to smell that smell
smelt so many times before,
I don't want to hold your silent lips
smiling in my head,
YET
I know you would die like a soldier
fighting to the last breath.
I know you would die as many did in the 80's
fallen victim to the pitiful life.
I know you must return there
far to often is the day.
I know your words
the anatidote to my thoughts.
I know the smell
so what is one more time.
I know my love of your lips
sharnt merely be tempormental
And i know above all that with you in mind,
Never shall i be poor.