Fog of Vogue ...

I made my hair
Pale grey
To hide
In Fog of Vogue...
I wish you feel
My lips got smell
And kiss
Got taste
So bitter hot and strong...
My Voice
Got low tembre
Warmth
And I forgot
The pain...
The pain of life
The pain of Love
The pain of every Day...
Despite all that
I still believe
And Magic still exists
My kiss
And lipstick
Ashes
Smoke
And Love
Will
Magically
Mix...
To keep
You passion
In armrest
When you
Will meet a Miss
I like
when
pale
Smoke of Vogue
Soothe lipstick
In my Kiss....
I wisper magic
Silent
Words
And Love
Would never miss
My lips...