Mind games
Still that voice of his
Lingers in your head.
Still the warmth of his kiss
Leaves a mark on your lips
Holds you captive.
A prisoner of your own heart
The best player of black art
Knows his way around
Can do anything with no sound.
The most cunning and handsome creature
One could have found.
Harsh and gentle combined
Your done it's true
He's easily gotten to you.
With hot tears in your eyes
He says good bye
And leaves you
He will soon realize what he's done
Entwined your lives as one
The warmth of your old kiss still upon his lips
Holds him captive.
~Kianna .M.C
