You catch tears with your teeth
        so you can tie knots and pretty bows
             around your neck
        because sometimes you feel a little insecure
                                                      a little lost
                                                      a little ugly
                     and everything’s better when you’re a sight for sore eyes
                     instead of a malicious sore on an eye
                                 whose pus refuses to let it see.

I paint cloudless days with murmurs of a life a little inspirational
                                                                        a little lovely
                                                                        a little unconventional
   baby blue eyes upon the trees
           soft caresses
   
So you cut off my face
          and slip it over yours
          praying that one day the sun will rise
                       and you will wake
                       with my taste on your lips
                               my breath in your lungs
          a lingering morning
              in which dew dissolves the observations
                  of a lonely fool.