Before Things Turned Sour

You are my love.

Gently your soft lips brush against mine,

It was a sign.

Your hands ran through my locks at the darkening hour,

Before things turned sour.

I remember how the sun rose the morning after, 

And how the days were full of laughter.

I was set on the idea we were meant to be together

forever.

Ohh…. the regret.

I dare to remember your stare, our eyes meet and time would stand still.

Would Kill. For that. I miss the kiss. The simple touch of your lips.

Oh how I long for a time, before things turned sour.