Turn Around...

Turn around...
Very last moment seeing those eyeballs
Audible range of your laughter
Sensing your smirk
Sensing your ruin every part of you
Under your own steam too prompt
Eliminated everybody who won't believe
Precisely what you did
Detesting the lexis on my tongue
The tears rising and falling off my cheek
The chaos that I prepared and adoring
Each aspect of you
In quest of hurting
Requesting to verify
There is legitimacy in something other than blemishes
Turn around
To adoring me back
Brackish covering
Brackish tresses
Brackish mouthful of air
Quivering foremost kiss
Stand still after everything else.