Emarosa

It was all simple words, playful at best,
So the story starts
Who am I to say that she"s missing out on anything worth effort these days?
She lays in an empty room, unconscious, as the day passes her by.
(That"s not all)
Right away, we fell in into each other head first,
Not even the shallow sign could stop it when our souls hit.
Now its up to us to keep this strong
Little did we know that it planted, something that would tear us apart.
The miles start to hurt,
The days begin to kill,
It"s all in your eyes,
It"s the smell of your smoke perfume,
Soon love turns to lust, then back to,