Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #180
Come join us!
“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
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I see your words like birds
Swift high and soon gone
Your lips a force of nature
Breaking hearts like an old love song
Beauty is like that
Strong yet it makes us weak
We long to kiss the lips
Unable to even speak
But your words are like missiles
Headed straight for the heart of France
I see the danger ahead
yet still I choose the dance.
