Bangs swept to one side,
obscure one eye and porcelain skin,
Porcelain, a word so whispy it could float away,
I see you in the corner,
Long black coat,
Collar popped, and your blue eyes,
are focusing on me again.
You can't stop staring,
but you don't think about me,
You can't stop brushing up against me,
but I don't mean anything.
You're so whispy you could float away,
So why don't you just hold on,
hold on to me,
And my curls will bounce,
with the laughter that you give to me,
And my heart will be happy,
With the smile that you gave to me,
Once again you'll make me complete.