You’re my uninterrupted fuel, ready to go,
My dream of a smile from a song,
You’re the lips with a twinkle of curious wants,
That are all so depravingly wrong,
And you wear leather boots, laces torn off,
Boots that scream out “I don’t care!”
But your smile exposes your darkest desires,
Beneath your dishevelled dark hair,
You see, this is a show for what the world wants,
It’s a show that hides what’s behind,
And behind’s what I want, what your boots cover up,
The wicked that’s up in your mind,
Yes, I love your boots, your hair, your smile,
I love the story for each little scar,
But more, I love the real you behind you,
I love the real you that you are.
Categories:
depravingly, beautiful, beauty, dark, dream,
Form: Quatrain