pretty boy
with the curly blonde hair
and the guitar in your hands,
you've been plucking
at my heartstrings
all night longI watched you
your sleepy eyes closed,
your hands gripping at mine
as if you were gripping at life itself —
then you looked at me
and I swore you were convinced that you werepretty boy
with the callused fingers,
I don't mind
when I feel your rough hands
on my tender skin—your touch could make me bleed
but I wouldn't mind
being ruined by youpretty boy
with the beautiful mind,
when you said
"let's go stargazing"
I forgot to mention
that I already was
every time I looked in your eyespretty boy
with the tender heart
I can feel you breathing beside me
I can hear your heart racingI promise
I would never hurt you—
I hope you promise the same
because you see,
I've got a tender heart as well
and you've got knives for hands