Cursed is the day you crossed my path with silver.
Your words were golden.
Once upon a stale fairy-tale.
Wishes of kisses.
Wiped off with a rag.

The coffee was hot.
It burnt me to bits.
Scarred my being in disrespect.
In a world of flying saucers.
Maybe fantasy,
Perhaps not.

No being will perceive nor understand.
The love of an angel.
Or just maybe a mere eccentric man.

My love now died.
From the words of a mortal sinner.
No-one can be a winner.
Hear now a silent goodbye.
My love did not die screaming.
Just left with a whimper and a gold rush of tears.
By ladylivvi1

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