I played connect the dots with your beauty marks

And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music

I read your musical notes with a composer's eyes

And heard out song for the first time

My spine is still tingling, mental images of your fine tune

is what I've been nodding my head to lately

Every now and then you can catch me humming

your nudity under my heavy breath

I heavily suggest you resurrect

your ancient neglected dust collector

If you distrust the distance in my seldom plucked heart strings

Sit stripped before your full length

Perform your reflection backwards

Maybe then you will understand the rhythm in my movement

Listen when the news is sent

Extend when the rules are bent

I'll be waiting to take your leave

Make me a victim of your two step

Make me an apprentice of your body parts

Teach me to dance to your beauty marks

I'm stepping on toes here and I don't care

It's hopeless, it's hopeless

It's hopelessness holding this openess to blow a kiss

So close your lips but don't get pissed

and throw a fist at this vocalist

I'm not emotionless, in fact I broke my wrist

when I wrote the list of all those I miss

This is my poker face, Mister Feel Nothing

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