Your lips are a shot of Morphine,
kiss makes me go numb and all else pain
your eyes are the most precious of Diamonds
they shine even at the darkest of places
Your hair is the devils snare
sight of beauty in exchange of soul
Trying to catch a glimpse of your scent
Alas be chagrined
The orange skies lighting filled at 11th hour
Ah! fuck Into a trans of obsessive compulsion
If words failed my Art would,
If my Art failed my Heart would,
If my heart failed my eyes would definitely
You may not complete me,
But you would definitely help me complete things
The freckles on you are like
Chocolate drips on a snow cone
which looks more sinful ???
Hell Sights of you gets my canines high
What about the
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