Darling, your eyes are a chocolate sea, And though I can swim, they are ever drowning me. Your smile is the sun, so perfect and bright, And oh so cold is the oncoming night.
Darling, your words are a siren’s song, Beautiful, but they’ll have me dead before long. Your hair is a fire, is burns down your back; The smoke swirls forth and it paints my lungs black.
Darling, your name is a tritone chord, It sounds so hypnotic, but it leaves my ears sore. Your touch is a cloud in the middle of the day, Delicate soft, and yet so far away.
Darling, your heart is a priceless masterpiece, Colorful and pure, but so very out of reach. My heart is porcelain, so easy to shatter, But when I tape the shards together, I’ll pretend you never mattered.