These Girls I Fall For

this is to die for what i see
here in the coffee shop,
of all places.

a lovely artist girl with
her portfolio and a vente of coffee.

misty, ornate,
is it wrong that i stare,
that i listen to her, that i
want to see her;

and you're an artist,
what a beautiful girl,
i want to be you.

you on the other hand,
confuse me:

how have you perfected your
eyebrows when the rest of
you is so wrong to the world