Perfect Figure
You kissed me on the mouth so I could breathe,
And how properly sweet were the promises that you’d said you’d weave.
You in your ballet shoes danced in the crevice of my brain
And now that I left, I fear I am a sort of insane.
Your hazel eyes would stare at my soul and condemn my thoughts
To gaze at the color and the dreams in which I was caught.
Your love seemed to be the perfect figure
To wave a finger and hold the trigger.
I slid into your heart with ease,
But nothing comes without pain.
I brought on this draught,
But I could not bear to make things bigger.
And how properly sweet were the promises that you’d said you’d weave.
You in your ballet shoes danced in the crevice of my brain
And now that I left, I fear I am a sort of insane.
Your hazel eyes would stare at my soul and condemn my thoughts
To gaze at the color and the dreams in which I was caught.
Your love seemed to be the perfect figure
To wave a finger and hold the trigger.
I slid into your heart with ease,
But nothing comes without pain.
I brought on this draught,
But I could not bear to make things bigger.
♠ ♠ ♠
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