Enchanted on my face
Public disgrace
Red boils down
Sheets a-torn
Feet adorn
Bare-less
Bar-less
Vodka & Distaste
Eyeliner and Cold sandwiches
Cod Liver Oil and Pokemon
Her eyebrows, they dance
Symmetrical and killer
Piercing my soul
Dark brown dinners.
The red mountain on the very tops of her skull
Framed by lion's mane
Beseeching eyes
Full lips
No kisses; birthmark of this
Teenage...Ageing
She's a fragrant fairy and I am a mountain top
Towering over the gangly red
No metal, yet no way to go ahead.
"Nothing to be done" yet "Beauty is truth, truth beauty"
Frankness is her subtlety
Raw age
Stark immaturity; pierced around a face of a lady of twenty.
I'd offer you wine, but a girl like you would prefer a coffee
Pick up this twenty, call me when you are thirty.