You smell like sex, satisfaction and a hint of amusement,
Those kohl lined eyes crinkled in a smile
Are searching for the next laugh, the next high, the next warmth to seep into.
The darkened, chapped lips are already forming the words for your next love song,
I'm not sure how it goes, but it goes all the way.
Smoke rings were always your specialty, leaving behind a trail of impulses and doing words;
Yet they never notice the tears and frays lining the edge of your sanity.
They say you are a cautionary tale,
Setting examples for the weary and the weak,
As opposed to the ones who look both ways before crossing a one way street.
Yet you have the most stories to tell,
The most living to soak in, trailblazing your way through the oddities of human nature.
It's true no one has noticed your frowns, your quickening heart beats, your bruises from fighting yourself,
Your fake in the smiles, false in the words, incoherence in your train of thought,
But love, no one ever peels an orange twice.
-Bose
