You gotta love golden eyes.
How could you not?
The way they pierce right through you and etch memories straight on your heart.
You gotta love that perfect smile.
How could you forget?
The echoes of a laugh that reverberates through your head.
You gotta love those strong hands.
How could you deny?
The way they make you ache when they trail across your skin
But see this love I feel is a pale imitation of the real thing.
You are my Mona Lisa, my yellow paint.
You're a poison that I chase like a dream. Engrossed in the feeling of what could be, but knowing you'll never be.
And I gotta hate those golden eyes.
How could I not?
The warmth they bring is almost a lie.
I gotta hate that perfect smile.
How could I forget?
How the joke always seemed to be on me?
I gotta hate those strong hands.
How could I deny?
How they trailed fire through my veins and left me craving that high.
You're the epitome of Zeus. A beast of fiery glory. But you burn holes through every story.
You'll always be my yellow paint, the poison that keeps me dreaming.
