See what's there to be seen,
green,
lovely greens.

Looking into your twin emeralds
as they shimmer
so brilliantly.


Up here on top.
Come sit with me.

A tattoo of a wrench?
Maybe a door, or a tower?
I'd consider it,
just maybe.

Yet what if those interests leave me?

What if I got a tattoo of a heart,
one that used to belong to me?
Would I be forever condemned
to a bittersweet fate of longing?

Forget all of that,
you look so **** pretty.
The first one tasted like I want another,
so come over here again
and just kiss me.