Lips sweetened with passion
from such a long time ago
whisper cautious warnings
about the history I know
When New Year's lights brightened
I hoped for a second too soon
that something sleeping deeper
would finally start to bloom
Now sipping from reality
an awkward bumbling cup
my frosted lips feel burned
by the fiery taste of love
I drop the delicate china
reacting to the pain
remembering that each year
has always been the same
I clean up the puddle around me
place a cool cloth on my mouth
lean over the flickering candle
and blow love out
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