If I get three lives, I'll marry you in two And in the third - I'll be a struggling poet In a dim room Trying to write down What colour would your eyes be? And why I know they will be dark brown I'll be alone, but not lonely I'll have a few friends, or many so In this life I'll be more bony I'll have bigger eye sockets, and eye balls: chapped lips and sunken cheeks My favorite colour will be white : Like the shade of dying snow I'll spend my twenties, Thirties writing you breaking 11 of my pens: Why my silent sobs feel loud Why the smell of blood reminds me of your mouth Why the ghost under my bed warms my cold feet With his warm hands In this life I'll marry too And I'll make a husband regret me again I'll ask him to love me just to Watch him fail ; He'll ask me to love him , just to see me in pain I'll take pills and I'll do blood baths: Scrubbing my skin to bones just to stay sane I'll sit in a dim room Looking for m...