Love another day, just one more time.
Till you can’t see the creases
That make up the distance between you both,
Till roses don’t stop smelling of
Blood and heartbreak,
Till the morning sun feels warm on your skin
But doesn’t burn it,
Till there’s fire and smoke all around
But a carpet of orchids in bloom is all you see.
Love another day, and another, and another...
Till it bleeds you dry and you’re left gasping for breath,
Till it spins you around, mocks you and,
Threatens to swallow you whole.
Till you’re tired, disenchanted, emptied…
But alive to start again.
Love another day,
But remember to pick another fool.
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