And Everything’s Wrong.

And everything’s wrong

that makes it work,

from the high heel shoes,

to the short length

skirt.

From the gloomy

disposition, to the enigmatic

smile, to the possible and maybe's

to the “see you in a

while”

Every thing is stupid -

everything is sweet,

from the lilting of her

perfume,

to the painting of her

feet.

And everything is wrong

‘Cos everything is right

in the kissing of her smile

to the ending of our

night.