She doesn't like him flirting with her
Though she would too unconsciously
But tears would well in her eyes
And through series of glances
Of him on the chair next to her bed
She know she shan't rob him off his world
For his intentions are honourable
Sharing his thoughts on life and death
Of the poor crumbling in places
Of a broken mug in her sink
Of the idiots they think should go to hell
Of the colour of a snake's scales
Of the taste of a shocking blow
Though she would feint and dodge
Get disgusted or feel insulted
She would pronounce her verdicts
For he would wipe her tears when she cries
-PRK-
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