White Tulips

You cleared enough that I don't have a place in your warm bed.

I can't kiss your skin when just begun to ignite.

You won't run your hands through my hair.

But if I had a chance one last time;

I'd bring you white tulips every time,

I'd put a caramel shot in your coffee,

I'd kiss your lips twice...

But you saw me holding that girl's hand.