Passions Death

As possible as death seems free passion is what's comes to me As a rose buds the same openly we passed on the love we blindly see living as those of memories come thankfully breezing through swiftly Creating the gaze of the passion of death loving everything around me but as my brain fades slowly Forgetting what love meant being so blindly stupid saying That love was and is amazing giving up my last breath to remind myself that loves passion is one of a kind Thinking back those memories from which it started back from the last breath I give or take Fading slowly into the grasp of new life learning from mistakes we make be passionate as death takes my breath away n never to speak on memories