Oh, but she had a weary poison in her eyes.
But all he saw, was oh, but the beauty the dark eyes held.
Her mouth, had said words that are similar to a prison cell, possible to escape. But it could take years.
All he felt was the way they tasted, how perfectly cracked and thirsty they were.
Her hair was so effortlessly brushed, and not even cared for. He only remembered how it fell, how thick and beautiful it was.
He knew all that was in her ways, evil, and heartache. But he let her beauty within take control.
He knew he would get hurt. But he didn't care.
