She had hearts for eyes,
The girl with the full, cherry lips.
And if the hearts died,
As they did every few days or weeks,
She'd grab a new victim,
And devour him till his heart
Was back in her missing eyes,
And if she didn't grab someone,
And her eyes vanished, gone,
She'd fall into the abyss,
Blind, stumbling - And resurface only
As the hearts came back to the faker,
The girl with the full, cherry lips.
