What makes you beautiful isn’t
your makeup, it isn’t your
“Urban Decay”, nor how you
carry yourself around the city
navigating life with a simple
I see more life in your eyes
when freed from lines of constraint,
your natural blush glows best
brightly highlighting your genuine smile.
You defined my imagination so let me redefine my mind still numb from the morphine drip, attempting to form morphemes in line to that steady beat drip-drip, drop, as my thoughts react synapse snap, I feel it necessary to stop yet you smile, flash, that photograph out of place of time, timeless, my words structured by deviations from my mean meaning extremes, stability torn until someone else stole me from that frame of reference and actually cared.
May I see you face one last time,
I asked before you left
yet I could not see clearly
vision clouded by tears but still
that unchangeable imprint in my mind of
happiness, smiles, joy and now
I wish I had seen you one last time with a smile
spread across your face since that is all
that I wanted to be able to make you do.