Touch of life

It was sweet.
Sweet, but destined to end.
Without the end,
there would be no sweetness.

Your lips were tasty...
Sweetest taste that fills me up inside.
They were leaving me alone, on and on..
Knowing that I'd come back.. Soon..

It came to the highest point,
You were like an angel...
Not looking me with those eyes...
Knowing.. Smallest look makes me euphoric.

Oh, I have to go.. You'll come back.. Soon.
Controlling.. But being so innocence,
It was just a part of an act.
Making everithing seem so right.

And me? Crying..
Because of you? No..
Because there is no more feeling.. Flying like an angel
with icy , sweet eyes.