misplaced_comprehension Death of a Rose This is the closing curtain of how many kisses I have felt pressed upon my lips and thoughts? The entertainment of a forgotten karaoke song, played by an unstrung guitar. When her touch becomes a dream explored, the clothes I've worn are subtle and the face I wear is reposed. A condenscension in the thread that holds her, without a remote smile. Samples of her placed notes, unformed when my investigations have been halted. Let your voice crow in a lessening attraction to her construction. Marked by the need of a small deserving gift, bring your calls of star filled nights. In this she changes my oblivion and dives without calm into a possibility. A step towards the kiss of your breath, as she knows it results in a trust. And she is fringed with her majesty, alone upon the square floor. Unmistakable in her questioning, the dance rose in the wrong spotlight. The pain of deception quite clear, in her faint endeavour, granting a natural beginning. Another side is named, caring casted aside, mischief in anger, a misplaced comprehension. 050919 what's it to you? who go blather from