there is a certain kind of love that takes you past it and into hatred.
quite contradictoring but true nothing the less.
what else is a crime of passion?
it starts with the damned eyes that haunt you.
then move to the lips that curve into that smirk you want to see always.
next comes the lone touch of skin to skin.
lastly the beating of a forbidden heart.
oh, how i hate this passion.
