-For Sale-

Chipped yellow nail polish and a face too pretty to pierce. My heart hangs on the curves of her mouth, dripping stories of a lost lust and faded beats. Her eyes always hid her soul and coloured-in my thoughts and when she spoke... she never said anything, it was her sighs that gave her away. She could carry the world on her brow, but she only cared for scratched records and skinny jeans... and my hollowness disappeared in her heart-framed glasses, only to tell me tales of a girl forgotten. She wore a peace sign as a shield. Enough to penetrate my armour but not enough to hear my whispers. You see, I would have saved her... if the girl wasn't me.