"Verge Beauty"
You’re the epitome of a frosted heart -
you’re like a missing muse that lost its art,
Like a playwright that’s lost his part,
Or a scholar that’s lost his smarts,
A verge beauty – fragile potential –
but exciting me on the exponential,
I don’t like you some days – but others
my glance is essential –
You’re cute – I love you, I want to
love your looks – and I want to study
your frame as frequently as I study my
books,
I know you’re taken but this image in
my head I’ve been makin’ is anything but
false –
I hate you but I want you at any cost,
My verge beauty – so subtle, a broken
face that’s my perception,
Something that makes me recap on my
words for a moment of recollection,
No connection – unless you speak
on a phone with the cord split at the end,
I’m at a split decision again, but I don’t
know where to begin… Verge beauty –
your face is a melting pot of ugliness,
but on Wednesday you’ll be pretty again.
Fit in with the crowd but prepare for a
butterfly effect to take place – bad taste.
You leave kisses in my mouth…
