Your eyes are of glossy blue,
the pair that seems to make men need.
Yet I can barely look at you,
for they tend tomake my eye balls bleed.
That talk and walk with bony hips,
that need my yearning touch,
make vomit bate behind my lips,
it's fair to want them just too much.
Your silky locks deserve the hand,
of alover which the God's have made.
When could you begin to understand,
that it's like touching a golden razor blade?
I do not want to taste that secret kiss,
that on the corner of your mouth does lie.
For so many lust and deserve this,
but to me it will taste cold and dry.
I can't let you hold me like you need,
your steely clutch will break my back.
For I would gobble you up with greed,
and self induce a heart attack.
I won't dare to look you in the eye,
To tell you that I don't feel for you,
because to tell that simple lie,
is easier than the poisoned true.
You would never feel the same,
and I could never survive.
For condensation clouds are the only clue,
that you are still alive.
For your heart stopped beating long ago,
and with those breaths you get to show,
that loving you is so painful that,
it's better just to let you go.
the pair that seems to make men need.
Yet I can barely look at you,
for they tend tomake my eye balls bleed.
That talk and walk with bony hips,
that need my yearning touch,
make vomit bate behind my lips,
it's fair to want them just too much.
Your silky locks deserve the hand,
of alover which the God's have made.
When could you begin to understand,
that it's like touching a golden razor blade?
I do not want to taste that secret kiss,
that on the corner of your mouth does lie.
For so many lust and deserve this,
but to me it will taste cold and dry.
I can't let you hold me like you need,
your steely clutch will break my back.
For I would gobble you up with greed,
and self induce a heart attack.
I won't dare to look you in the eye,
To tell you that I don't feel for you,
because to tell that simple lie,
is easier than the poisoned true.
You would never feel the same,
and I could never survive.
For condensation clouds are the only clue,
that you are still alive.
For your heart stopped beating long ago,
and with those breaths you get to show,
that loving you is so painful that,
it's better just to let you go.
