pickle

 

The look of her eyes 

something I used to despise 

The touch of a hand

no longer bland

opposite to mine, soft as sand

skin so clear and shiny

radiant like a diamond, so tiny

opposite of grim

know so much but know so little

cant wait to give you a tickle (not weirdly)

weird as a pickle

Lips so glossy

are your teeth flossy

she hair and a blank stare

and i know she care

with a smile thats just and fair

stop smiling dont you dare

seeing you cry i couldnt bear