She wears her makeup
Black and bright
Colors mixed with shades of night
Her lips are pale
Her nails dark
Her eyes shine with golden spark
Every single mundane act
Brings me such sweet heart attack
She lights her smoke
Cautious, slow
I wait and watch
For her to blow
The sweet fragrance
Of her menthol vice
With each exhale
I’m more enticed
A drunken kiss
I didn’t remember
Seems to have brought
The flame to the ember
Though I have someone
And it seems so does she
I can’t stop the feelings
That she might be for me
Demure and graceful
Yet hard as stone
This beautiful girl
I wish was my own…
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"When I was 4 years old, my mother always told me happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down, "happy." They told me I didn't understand the assignment. I told them they didn't understand life." -John Lennon
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