except that your almond eyes speak more than your lovely mouth.
except that your nose isn’t real but it doesn’t get long, way better than real but could lie a thousand years.
except that your pink, plump, luscious lips are always filled of better judgment. For others—always thinking about others.
except that your ears will always yearn for that good music you long to give but has been given by you already, even from the start.
except that your rosy cheeks that contain the lone dimple that discards the abnormality of itself.
except that your beautiful long slender fingers fondle the piano and saxophone so well.
except that your goddamned of a body is perfectly sculptured, it’s inhumanly possible not to be devoured noticed.
except you’re too goddamn of a selfless idiot. I hate every fucking selfish bastards instead.
except that you’re an angel born on a lovely rainy day. Definitely sent from up above.
except that I love you too much that it hurts. I hate myself instead.