Gracie, Gracie, pure like freshly picked daisies,
Aren't you the kindest thing in this hellish world,
Dear darling Gracie,
Your magical way intoxicates me,
I get drunk on the sweet poisons you release,
I adore, I adore, I adore,
And when I see you I pretend to ignore,
You yet something about you is so addicting for me,
You look so carelessly free,
And I admire, I admire, I admire,
How you uphold yourself so gracefully,
The language you speak is so concentrated with tenderness it's foreign to this world,
And your mind seems so untainted and pure,
Proficient, pretty, Gracie,
I'm melting at you lately,
Your words of praise tremble my vandalised heart,
Wise and perceptive, alone are you sensitive,
Anything you do makes me revere,
I adore, I adore, I adore,
Every speck of your dust I want to explore,
You've got the sole thing that I crave for,
And I admire, I admire, I admire,
Everything you are I desire,
Because to be you, or with you, which do I require,
In my obnoxious mind I try to justify that you are human, made of skin and blood,
But it's like you're made of the dust of a thousand aquamarine stones,
Gracie, oh Gracie it's like you're out to poison me,
You remark at every little thing that I do,
Gracie, oh Gracie, recently I detest some things that you say,
And I revile my covetous eyes and how hard they fell for you,
And I revile my obnoxious mind and how much I idolise you.
YOU ARE READING
Until these wounds heal
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