Your words were like paper...easy to burn.
Turning into ashes , never to return.
Never return to it's form, of a promise, hiding a lie
I could figure it How....not realising Why !!

Your words were like paper....could be crumpled and torn.
Rootless without it's book...get it windy and it's gone.
Gone like the sand...that slipped through the hand.
Hands that held together..an emptiness unplanned.

Why the sugar , why the sip...why the perfume so sweet !!?
When the dirt is layered...you got a disease underneath.

As the music turned slow...and the lights got dim
When the goblet had a poison...your lipstick on the rim !
While our whispers felt like wine....we were happy to spill.
Riding a storm....cruising with a will
The intentions in the will... just dips on the beach
Though our island in the sea...seemed well within reach.

But the wine made it sure...the kisses would bleed.
A Blood so red...scars so deep

Never knew words can be like paper...written or torn.
Proof of existence...but a lifespan of it's own
My December has its dates... dates do churn.
Your words were like paper....eazy to burn