She said!

Mysterious, she said

She talked about her lover

She held him like a trophy

Disregarding and basterdizing

him to her needs.

He wanted to feel human

Yet he felt like a utility

Like a touch of mascara that

Stroked through her eyelashes

Glistening her apperance

Making it lively.

The contrasting contours of

her mascara and the shade of

her face, spoke more about the

bond they shared that words ever could.

She was like the aftermath of a tender snowfall

Gentle, but frooze everyone she went across

He longed for a warm splash of healing

Warm and gentle, warm and gentle they hurled

at him, when he fastened and woke up 

from the sweaty afternoon slumber he had

But you are a trophy

The other bystander said

He smirked and said yes a trophy