1Her lips.
Her lips never seem to spout the horrific accusations that the other students lips do.
Instead, hers tell me wonderful things.
Things I've never heard before.
Things like, I love you.
Her lips never yell at me, like everyone else has in my life.
Instead, they soothe my tears.
They soothe my own lips.
Things like, gentle kisses.
Her lips never cease to know where I want them to be.
Instead, they are there before I think of it.
They kiss, and caress me.
She doesn't care that I'm green.
Her lips soothe me.
Her lips love me.
Her lips caress me.
Her lips kiss me.
Pink goes good with green.
I know that now.
But what I really know, is that pink lips, go great with green lips.
Her lips, go great with mine.
Her lips, I could never live without.
And her lips, are what I want to be with, for the rest of my life.
Her lips.