I could write about something dark
Because it reminds me of your eyes
Or perhaps a bird
To show how you never
Seem to be earth bound
Maybe a little flower
For you are ever changing
And still have much to grow
Until spring arrives in full bloom
And you drown me in your petals
How about a dagger?
Your wits are just as sharp
But your surface is cold
And stained with the blood
Of all the people you've touched
I could write about you
For as long as I please
Because you are a mystery
Shrouded in the art
That I paint you to be