My consciousness was screaming,
yelling at me; Get away from him.
But his blue eyes that held the ocean
and his wide smile that presented heaven
made it unable to do so.
In fairytales he is dressed in black.
He is dirty, old and lonely.
That is how I notice he is the bad guy.
In reality
he has styled hair,
captivazing eyes,
a gorgeous smile,
and you know he is the bad guy
when your heart is ripped out.
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Love Poems
Poetry"The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it"-Nicholas Sparks
