Lana

      I see you all over  
in a round-about way  
Not quite aware  
of all that you are  
   
There have been  
   accusations of malice  
Yet, you seem so pure  
the many shade's  
of your existence  
Brings out  
the colour in your eye's  
    Highlighting the drama  
you loved so much  
   
Will I ever know  
   the true-hue of your nature  
My suspicions have overlapped  
the point of my perspective  
Yet, I've framed you up nicely  
     to glorify the mistakes  
   
Plead only to the victims  
& demand their attention  
     Just a little off center  
So, you don't have to be perfect  
   
Always the same  
Yet, a little bit different  
on every occasion;  
It's possibly impossible  
to convince me otherwise  
For, I am bedazzelled in awe  
with the slope of your structure  
   
Just a hint of color  
for the'tri-fecta' effect  
Leaving one untouched  
  with no signs of neglect  
Making sure that what is done  
Represents what it should  
Nothing more, nothing less  
then I draw the line...