Peppercorn eyes or was it peppermint eyes, does it matter?

Something...orginal eyes! Something blazing eyes...something dreamy and crapper.

Yes, so he tasted of morning breath and the blandness of saliva

but just write that he tasted of strawberries and hope because that sounds a lot nicer!

...Wait... stop! The ryhme is off!

Can you have more ryhme this time, less variation.

Sort the stanzas! Dub my frustration!

Add in the grammar, the punctuation and the        structure.

Oh shit, a ryhme! To forget such a thing is a tragic crime!

Add in the happiness, the crying, the frowning.

Oh bloody hell, why is it so hard for you to sound like Browning?

Call it a damn waterfall, a cascade of droplets - Not a darn bath!

You want to sound like Sylvia Plath!

Don't say you pushed them; say you ripped them, tore them.

You want to be compared to Auden!

I mean he was just your boyfriend for a week but you should resemble star-crossed lovers

so maybe a Shakespeare esq. neologism will cover.

Yes they're just roses but they're elevating your soul and lifting you to heaven!

No...you're not dying...Yes your coming back!

Come on dear, this is abstract.

Fine, you didn't cry when you saw the sea but can't you just write that you did?

For the sake of poetry could you tell one little fib?

See, your life is a painting that my 12 month old cat could bestow...

so could we please make it seem a little more Van Gough?