A Sunflower Surrounded by Roses

Tell me love, will you be the inspiration to my world, or my poetry of death?

I'm trying to find the inspiration behind those eyes, trying to find the meaning of the words I write. But everything is blank and Grey, everything just fades.
Because I'm too focused on trying to figure out if its just a kiss away from a broken heart, one kiss away from taking my breath, or just one kiss away from death.