Things I Will Never Say

Your face
The sharpness of it
Typical strange beauty
Clear as the water still
Over the river on the hill

I'll never tell you how you make me feel
The way you turn me on with just one look
Make it harder to heal

Your dark brown eyes
Remind me of my parents' land
The safest place to be
But not for too long

Can't let it show
The strenght you pull out of me
Leaving me hanging out to die

Your red lips
A sweet red cherry
Every sinner's desire
And a saint's wreck
Tamed to utter silence

Your smile
The way it forms
Lights up an entire division
And warms up the coldest night
Making easier every journey's mile

Shouldn't hold on to your perfection
Though it's a complete delight
They're museums

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