Kiss me with your broken lips,
Grace me with your burnt out smile.
Throw me a ghostly wave,
Stare at me with those glossed over eyes.
Longing for the love that is now dead.
Aching for its poisonous sting.
It's bittersweet taste,
Happily never after,
Kiss me with your broken lips
As a black rose brushes against my cheek.
Give me a taste of what I need,
Give me a taste of something long extinct.
I long for it,
I plead for it,
I remember the faint impression it left on my brain.
You've cursed me with those broken lips,
Now our love will never be the same.
