Signs of the past

Dancing in the living room
Wearing a comely dress
Showing the perfect simetry
Man, who is here to bless

Raising hands to the air
Falling off lifeless
The fire slowly fading
Her hair drying there

Her lips against mine
My body btween hers
My eyes begin to cry
Spinning me around
Looking for her soul
Desperate to crys
Felling the unknown
Hurting and holding tight

Dress, lips were burning
Everything just gone by
Resting only a cursed smile
Hearing the nursery rhyme

At that time I realised
She turned up to be
The on who warned me about
The signs
The signs of the past I feared