Amark Aface Atear

i wont tell u my name, u see me every day the same, crying. mine this face, more than researched some blotted, parchment of testament's, color of pain. each eruption leaves me scarred, u see only my fear, of rejection is by you. where u live, in ur mirror, of nights to come pleasure, kisses on ur lips, ur roses taped, is tasted two's, mine is futures past, always now. each hill leaks, each day more, never less, u is even now in disgusts, looks away, i canna even touch my face, this monster face of shame. i run in as to nag, screaming inside, this in my hand, magnifier, i clutch, as this pimple on my bridge, between my beautiful eyes, gets bigger. He will see it, under this blush, what if he kisses...it