he sees through EYELINER EYES with such GRACE (as if his lids are WORN with SUBTLE BLACK LACE)

eyes as blue as the clearest sky
filled with tears he never cries
but also as dark as the coldest midnight,
wearing those charcoal jeans, oh so tight.

he's my most indulgent treat
hair as colour of expensive chocolate so sweet

voice as sweet as sugar can;
it cuts through my thoughts, driving me insane.

nails that resemble a jagged rock
are almost as cute as his long white socks

his words of sarcasm laced with wit
i love him even more for not being fit

he flies high upon angels wings,
his insecrety is the most adorable thing

why cant he be here right this instant?
how can he be so close but oh, so distant?

i cant deny this, try as i might
seeing him fills me with pure delight

they see his enthusiasm as a dwindling flame,
i see so much more behind that name

he sees through eyeliner eyes with such grace
its as if his lids are worn with subtle black lace

he's the fire burning in the sea
he's the fire alight inside of me
he's the chorus of the song
he's the minutes of the day that goes so long

he's the music in my ears,
his voice is the only thing i hear

there's a softness in his tone
comforting me when i feel all alone

his smile lights the darkest day,
there's so much truth to these words i say

even though it slowely kills me inside
to the lips of sparkling poison i can confide

i drown in his subtle glance,
as if caught in some mesmerising trance

like a bottle of the most fatal gin
soon i will be lost in the blackness he so beautifully dresses in

these emotions are flowing over the brink
if this isnt love, then i dont know what to think