mrfable

give me a title queen king clown servant knight master slave and savior spades diamonds clubs hearts give me a title war foe fiend friend blood and gore kiss miss bide bye hello and see you again give me a title just to label a name for a vessel a title worthy of a visual a portrait of myself title, genre, name; class; number

some say to read me; they must think like a thief; sharp and fast (in actual fact they mean to act cowardly) they tell me to see the world through my eyes would be like a baby's (gullible and sweet) though i've heard of gossips that my eyes are like the cat's petrifying and strange; eccentric and faraway they say i have a stare so protruding; it penetrates their thoughts a wicked eye like a witch's; with the ability of turning them transparent and divide them into black and white they claim my lips are like a smile of a jester's a grin that brings both fear and laughter (for those caught unaware) a hidden dagger underneath each chuck

coffee stained teeth and paper chapped lips (portrait of MYSELF) an inch deep dimple and a hint of a grin (portrait of love) a canine and a smirk for imps (portrait of death) imperfection, what do you seek? perhaps to taint the simple image of love, answered it perhaps to conquer the wholesome idea of death, it mused imperfection; like how the hair slips in the corner where your neck meets your shoulders imperfection; like how porcelain broken your eyes taunted a grey and pink remix of blossoms your love bite amidst cotton (imperfection; for silk always seems better)