My love you lie always, hold your breathe as you speak, walk as slow as a moving rock. My love if I had a way to run I would for I can’t stand to look at you.
I am not even a fool for you and you are an idiot to me, you shine as much as the darkness. If I was dying an you were my cure, I am 6 feet under.
They have said before kiss a frog and it will turn into a prince, that has yet to be you, a frogs lips are far more soft by the looks of yours.
You wear the clothes from ages and feel fresh in them, I want to hide under thorns, well they are less painful than the embarrassment.
My love a pig is less sloppy than you are and I am thinking of trading you for one, my love colder than the ocean and Australia.
When you sleep I want to knock you out and take you to the other side of the world, make you go insane and never come back.
My love those are the things I would say in a horrible day for my love for you is one of a kind and as rare as white peacock in the middle of Australia.