Lips of Roses

Another piece I've been sitting on.

Lips of roses, I don't see her eyes.
Silhouette of dreams, I don't hear her voice.
Vacant memories, I can't feel her thighs.
Visions of her, through the silent noise.

She's a name without words,
A muse without song,
A land without roads,
A mistake that's never wrong.

I reach out into the dark,
Hoping I'll find her.
My chances are stark,
Because we never were.