I used to fall in love with every face I saw.
Yellow face, blue face, solemn face
  crooked jaw.

I used to fall in love with every soul I met.
Woolen hands, cheeky crin, broken words
   in a human
blanket.

I think i'm starting to hate the world.
an unfortunate occupancy
   for a girl without
frowns.

I always told myself there were
things to hold dear
   even when high hopes
were down.