Kiss My Cheek If This Ends

The water tastes so sweet,

lying on the old late night nest,

once at my passionate best.

The starless sky looks neat.

Everything good's been unwound.

People don't just play into roles,

they kiss and expand their souls.

I am nowhere special to be found.

Give my love to love.

It'll come around next year,

but we'll no longer be here.

Who, then, will it take hold of?

Let sleep take me to long-distance past.

Everything promised is already dead,

so I'll rest my retrograde head.

Let this moment of weakness be my last.