Kohl lined eyes and polka dots,
Things that made his heart go flop,
What were behind those dots he never cared,
Cause' what should've been behind those eyes was never there!!!

Slit heart and a dazed mind,

Wandering through the binds of time,

Stale eyes and a battered soul,

Musings i cant control.

"I'd rather take shade in your frame",
said the crane.

Boys are toys,

All glamour and guise.

Pulmonary Gratification....