Your skin’s like porcelain, a whiter shade of pale.
Unlike any other that I’ve seen before.
Perfectly complements light freckle clusters on your cheeks.
That slightly crinkle when you speak.
Red hair like a summers eve,
Caused me to dip, duck, dive & weave.
Between so many crowded walls and floors.
Underneath the mirror ball,
Your deep green eyes have seen it all.
Where is their sense of chivalry?
Lily please come sit with me, I swear it will be worth your while.
We’ll talk about things that don’t matter, until I see a smile.
I’m sick of towns painted red by the cheapest lipstick
You’re tired of guys so ‘Geordie’ sure they’re gonna pull.
Drink up I’ll walk you home it’s getting late we’d better go,
You don’t have to invite me in.
I’m comfortable in my own bed,
There’s whiskey swimming in your head,
How about you call me in the morning.
Romance isn’t dead.
It’s just in a lust induced coma.
So we should to shake it up.
Wake up.
Lily, you have grown on me, a soft pale flower among my weeds.
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