an ode to peter doherty

marry me peter?

as the rain fell and washed away her face

as the rain fell and washed away her face
it left behind the only remaining features of an honesty
prepared to lay down and die
for these words and this love
for the slightest glint of a soul
so incredibly intense
a sour victory over the mind and rationalization
with unknown intentions
and sticky, biodegradeable nerves
with a gelatin-like touch
and plastic features
those big, bright eyes
need someone to marvel at them