I played connect the dots with your beauty marks
And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music

I read your musical notes with a composer’s eyes
And heard our song for the first time

My spine is still tingling,

mental images of your fine tune
is what I’ve been nodding my head to lately
Every now and then you can catch me
humming your nudity under my heavy breath

I heavily suggest you resurrect
your ancient neglected dust collector
If you distrust the distance
in my seldom plucked heart strings

Sit stripped
before your full length
Perform your reflection

Maybe then you will understand
the rhythm in my movement
Listen when the news is sent
It’s then when the rules are bent
I’ll be waiting to take your lead
Make me a victim of your two step
Make me an apprentice of your body parts
Teach me the dance to your beauty marks

I’m stepping on toes here and I don’t care

It’s hopeless,
it’s hopeless.

It’s hopelessness
It’s hopelessness holding this
openess to blow a kiss
So close your lips
but don’t get pissed
and throw a fist
at this vocalist
I’m not emotionless,
in fact
I broke my wrist
when I wrote the list
of all those I miss

THIS is my poker face

Mister Feel Nothing

Sage FrancisHopeless

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