Idle teen, pressed and clean

waits for the day, they will notice.

idle hands rest in lap, ready to be hold.

 lashes the color of coal, hazy eyes half closed.

Cheeks full of rose and dusted with angel kisses, sought to be kissed.

Idle teen, pressed and clean

waits for the day, they will play.

On top of the shelf the teen lays,

cold and lonely for days and days.

Inside the chest lay a porcelain heart,

crackling away, day by day.

Idle teen, pressed and clean

waits for the day, they will notice.