So when you ask "what would you rate me?"
I'm not going to lie.
I'm not going to lie.
You' ll probably hate me.
Your eyes
roaring seas of passion
they take lives, they do.
the lives of those brave enough
to enter those seas
I say they're dull.
Your hair
luscious love
to run one's fingers through it
liquid passion in a touch
soft warmth caressed
I say it looks crap.
Your mouth
cradled hope in flesh form
peaceful mutiny where nature
is now frost
defeated by your grace
where eyes are lost
minds too
You
smoothly innocent
perfection, like water
so clear
so true
Unlike all these things I tell you
For if for one second you know the truth
That no scale can be compared to your
Beauty which has ensnared my youth
I would be pushed out of the door
And if I say "I Love You" anyway
It'll only be another failed yesterday.
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