a pair of bright green lying eyes

mixed with scarlet red hair

scan the city back-streets and

the things you might find there.

 

poetry centered around body parts,

drowning-words that line your day:

they say her tone is needles and

stings like sharp rain on your parade.

 

oh, if this acupuncture heart pleased you,

i'd ask you to take it away from me.

i hate its smile and the red it bleeds,

and i hate its off-tempo beat.

 

and if just maybe it makes you happy,

the melodramatic ramblings of this

displeased girl, and might make you smile,

take them away from their poetess.

 

eyes bled dry, the girl takes a sip of tea,

i dip into the worlds around your head.

eyes sore from crying, she glances around,

and recounts all of the words that you said.

 

i am spending my time rewriting

stories of lovers and hands,

take away this heart of mine,

and i'll take you to faraway lands.