fallen angels,
the shadow of romance
embraces uswith the wicked tenderness
of its claws
trying to rip some love
out of the night within us.
Then, she pulls up the shades,
and I start walking away,
wondering if this kind of loving
is even worth forgiving.
And as I promise myself
that I'm not coming back,
I see her posing by the door
telling me with dreamy eyes,
that this game is just beginning.
I could already hear
those violins approaching,
aiming at the walls
of my beaten heart.
But I just love
to face the music,
when I'm with a flower
that knows how to tear it apart.
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