Pinky's Poem

Teeth white as snow
lips red as blood
dark hazel eyes bearing
down on my rosy cheeks
making me wish I was his
I try not to look but it is hard not to stare knowing he is always there
I wish to take his hand and intertwine them with my own
just thinking of this makes me shake to my bones
So i quickly look down
he places his ice cold hand on my warm forehead
making me quiver
he quickly retracts
and I can't help but laugh
a crocked grin paints his face
leaving an everlasting mark
on my heart